"Jesus," she breathed again, expression immediately falling. Sookie dropped her forehead until it pressed against the heel of her palm, feeling all resistance snap inside her, feeling herself curl inward as jagged sobs threatened to punctuate her breathing. There was a warmth that slid down one cheek, then the other, and Sookie took another deep breath and held it there, willing herself to be calm, rational, willing herself to find some kind of way to feel anything other than the sudden snap of betrayal.
She tried to understand. She did. She tried to understand how it would feel to have all of one's family suddenly torn away, tried to justify everything that Mitchell had done with that, but even then, it seemed too thin. "Not even Eric," she breathed to herself, hardly even realizing that she'd said anything aloud, thinking of Dallas and the bombings there, thinking of how the Fellowship had taken so many innocents out with a single bomb. But the vampires had held their calm.
Even Eric, who Sookie had never gotten the impression from as caring about the lives of people, even he wouldn't turn around and do this.
"It was one fucking person, Mitchell. One fucking religious fanatic, that's not— that's not everyone. That's not enough to throw away your humanity for, killing innocent people, I— that's not you." She squeezed her eyes shut again, breaking eye contact, tears freshly trailing down her cheeks, and when she spoke again, it was soft, pleading, no longer a yell or a cry, but instead almost pleading. "You wouldn't have hidden it if you were proud, if you thought it was right."
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She tried to understand. She did. She tried to understand how it would feel to have all of one's family suddenly torn away, tried to justify everything that Mitchell had done with that, but even then, it seemed too thin. "Not even Eric," she breathed to herself, hardly even realizing that she'd said anything aloud, thinking of Dallas and the bombings there, thinking of how the Fellowship had taken so many innocents out with a single bomb. But the vampires had held their calm.
Even Eric, who Sookie had never gotten the impression from as caring about the lives of people, even he wouldn't turn around and do this.
"It was one fucking person, Mitchell. One fucking religious fanatic, that's not— that's not everyone. That's not enough to throw away your humanity for, killing innocent people, I— that's not you." She squeezed her eyes shut again, breaking eye contact, tears freshly trailing down her cheeks, and when she spoke again, it was soft, pleading, no longer a yell or a cry, but instead almost pleading. "You wouldn't have hidden it if you were proud, if you thought it was right."