There was a kind of resentment in his eyes, but he did as he was told, turning back to the battle, his slingshot back in his hands. But his attention didn't entirely leave her, even then. As before, he kept her in his periphery, for all that Cort's voice was shouting at him for it.
Given just how frustrated he was, though - with her, with Roland, with this whole bloody mess - it was satisfying beyond belief to fall back into that oasis of calm fury that was being a gunslinger at war. His attention slid away from her, and he fought as he had before - fiercely, and gracefully, and with no thought to anything else.
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Date: 2015-02-28 12:21 am (UTC)Given just how frustrated he was, though - with her, with Roland, with this whole bloody mess - it was satisfying beyond belief to fall back into that oasis of calm fury that was being a gunslinger at war. His attention slid away from her, and he fought as he had before - fiercely, and gracefully, and with no thought to anything else.