Mark was directly honest. "Yes, you are." Then he sighed, noticing the regret in her eyes. "But it's not like I can do much about it now." It was probably as close as he would come to forgiving her. Really, when he thought about it, her command to the druids was much like Henry II's misplaced words that got Becket killed. It was amusing, in a not funny way, that his fate had likewise been determined by an order being open to interpretation.
"If you mean taking my head, I don't know if that will work. I'm not like you." He held up his index and middle finger of his right hand in the manner of the 'V' sign, the British equivalent of 'flipping the bird'. "I was captured at Crécy and the French hacked these off. It was the most agonizing few weeks of my life as they grew back."
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Date: 21 Aug 2008 06:13 pm (UTC)"If you mean taking my head, I don't know if that will work. I'm not like you." He held up his index and middle finger of his right hand in the manner of the 'V' sign, the British equivalent of 'flipping the bird'. "I was captured at Crécy and the French hacked these off. It was the most agonizing few weeks of my life as they grew back."