[There is a sharp, visceral moment of wondering at what Miranda could have become in a world like that. She did not have a pirate's heart, but would that she have accrued any power for herself in other avenues, she would have been fucking formidable. The speech she gave their Judas proved it, and he'd never seen that side of her before. The one that mirrored his own dark heart. She'd hidden it, as society dictated. He mistook her quiet for complacency too many times. If only he'd known.
He drops his hands, and rubs at the knuckles of his right hand like a man massaging an old wound.]
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He drops his hands, and rubs at the knuckles of his right hand like a man massaging an old wound.]
Sound progress. I'm glad to have heard it made.