The drones are tense, leaning in, desperate for resolution. Saturday intends to give it to them.
"I said it, not you." Saturday leans forward now, too, keeping her tone even and her voice unraised. "You didn't mean to hurt her, that's pretty fucking obvious. But something about something you have or can do did hurt her. Or maybe it was your dad, can't quite put that together."
She starts ticking off points on her fingers. "You love your mom, but something happened that left her in a coma. Your father died, an' set things up so you couldn't go near her. Your brother's keeping secrets, to protect you from the world and the world from you. Plus, you have a magic sword and a familiar. I'm musclebrained but I ain't stupid, okay?"
Her hand comes down to rest on the table, and her voice and face go soft.
"On my honor, Ronan, which I value a lot more than your secrets, it will go no further than this room." She means it, too. "But say what happened. Say it out loud, so it stops being this fucking - millstone around your heart, dragging you down. Take it out an' look at it or it'll just get uglier."
She holds up her metal arm, hand fisted. "I have some experience with big magic family secrets. Silverarm is the least of it. It's easier once you start talking."
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"I said it, not you." Saturday leans forward now, too, keeping her tone even and her voice unraised. "You didn't mean to hurt her, that's pretty fucking obvious. But something about something you have or can do did hurt her. Or maybe it was your dad, can't quite put that together."
She starts ticking off points on her fingers. "You love your mom, but something happened that left her in a coma. Your father died, an' set things up so you couldn't go near her. Your brother's keeping secrets, to protect you from the world and the world from you. Plus, you have a magic sword and a familiar. I'm musclebrained but I ain't stupid, okay?"
Her hand comes down to rest on the table, and her voice and face go soft.
"On my honor, Ronan, which I value a lot more than your secrets, it will go no further than this room." She means it, too. "But say what happened. Say it out loud, so it stops being this fucking - millstone around your heart, dragging you down. Take it out an' look at it or it'll just get uglier."
She holds up her metal arm, hand fisted. "I have some experience with big magic family secrets. Silverarm is the least of it. It's easier once you start talking."