her tone switches to something that says without words that he could be so blind.
"Do you think, in all my years, I've never put a pen to paper to draw a portrait? That I have never sat and painted a landscape? That I have never dug my fingers into clay and molded a sculpture?"
She shakes her head.
"I did not cut out the world when I abstained from emotional connection with humans, instead I poured those feelings into art. It was my only release, the only safe way I could express my emotions."
She's not certain he could become any more pathetic in her eyes.
"I may have been created for war, but art, real art, is how I enjoy times of peace."
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her tone switches to something that says without words that he could be so blind.
"Do you think, in all my years, I've never put a pen to paper to draw a portrait? That I have never sat and painted a landscape? That I have never dug my fingers into clay and molded a sculpture?"
She shakes her head.
"I did not cut out the world when I abstained from emotional connection with humans, instead I poured those feelings into art. It was my only release, the only safe way I could express my emotions."
She's not certain he could become any more pathetic in her eyes.
"I may have been created for war, but art, real art, is how I enjoy times of peace."