It was just that she had the need to tell him something honest, something honest and unhappy, because cheerful lies tonight were too depressing and too sharp, turning in on her like pins

I'm not going to wear a red dress," she said. "It would look stunning, My Lady," she called. She spoke to the bubbles gathered on the surface of the water. "If there's anyone I wish to stun at dinner, I'll hit him in the face.

And you may blame me for your feelings, but it isn't fair to blame me for how you've chosen to behave.

Would you please do me the honor of telling me WHAT THE BLAZES IS GOING ON?

I think.' she said, 'that sometimes we don't feel the things that we are. But others can feel them.

I must stop wishing for things to happen. Because something will happen eventually, and when it does, I'll be bound to wish it hadn't.

In the end, Leck should have stuck to his lies. For it was the truth he almost told that killed him.