[Josephine always had a tender, bleeding, heart for her friends but seeing and hearing Cullen's torment makes hers fracture in painful, ragged edges, each word making it crack further. She holds her breath, opening her mouth at times to answer his worries and questions but keeping quiet as he continues on.
And when he points to the box, she thinks her pulse slows. Her blood freezes in her veins.
Gloria couldn't have. She doesn't have much affection for their captors but she's spent months in Gloria's wing. She liked Gloria the best - as much as anyone could like any of the witches. But she knows that the witch is more than capable of such a terrible feat.
Josephine's fingers clutch the box and lift the top of the box, staring hard at the substitute inside.] ...Think not of this, Cullen. [She slams the top down with a resounding thud, her gaze lifting up to meet Cullen's, eyes determined.] I'm not Cassandra. Perhaps I cannot inspire armies the way she can and be the imposing rock that she always is. But believe me when I say you can do this. You can ignore these voices. You can overcome this. You are better than this. Stronger than this. I know this about, Cullen. There is no doubt in my mind that you will be free of this one day, and one day soon. I promise. And I will help you anytime, any way I can.
This? [She pulls the box from the table and into the hard grip of her hands.] This belongs in my fireplace, not in your body. And I will do this every time Gloria [She practically spits the name.] thinks to test your strength.
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And when he points to the box, she thinks her pulse slows. Her blood freezes in her veins.
Gloria couldn't have. She doesn't have much affection for their captors but she's spent months in Gloria's wing. She liked Gloria the best - as much as anyone could like any of the witches. But she knows that the witch is more than capable of such a terrible feat.
Josephine's fingers clutch the box and lift the top of the box, staring hard at the substitute inside.] ...Think not of this, Cullen. [She slams the top down with a resounding thud, her gaze lifting up to meet Cullen's, eyes determined.] I'm not Cassandra. Perhaps I cannot inspire armies the way she can and be the imposing rock that she always is. But believe me when I say you can do this. You can ignore these voices. You can overcome this. You are better than this. Stronger than this. I know this about, Cullen. There is no doubt in my mind that you will be free of this one day, and one day soon. I promise. And I will help you anytime, any way I can.
This? [She pulls the box from the table and into the hard grip of her hands.] This belongs in my fireplace, not in your body. And I will do this every time Gloria [She practically spits the name.] thinks to test your strength.