[ And she's looking right back as if trying to figure out if this is a test -- if this is something that she has to answer right.
When it finally sinks in though, that the look in the Assassin's gaze is merely questioning, Cisco's shoulders sag and she sinks a little into herself, gaze falling down to her hands.
It is time, she realizes, to open up and tell someone other than those who already know. ]
The twins weren't Vincenzo's. [ Her voice is soft, weighted, because the statement feels wrong on her lips. Because her children are Cen's, in every way that matters. Because Renae and Maggie would sooner rip out the throats ( whether literal or metaphorical, is entirely dependent on which child ) of those who might say otherwise. ] The man who made our family possible was someone I killed.
[ Huh. Strange how she can suddenly remember the way it had felt, looking down at her hands and seeing all that blood, warm and slick. He'd never managed to lay a hand on her. She'd been too quick, too angry, and he had refused to give her back her wedding ring. ]
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When it finally sinks in though, that the look in the Assassin's gaze is merely questioning, Cisco's shoulders sag and she sinks a little into herself, gaze falling down to her hands.
It is time, she realizes, to open up and tell someone other than those who already know. ]
The twins weren't Vincenzo's. [ Her voice is soft, weighted, because the statement feels wrong on her lips. Because her children are Cen's, in every way that matters. Because Renae and Maggie would sooner rip out the throats ( whether literal or metaphorical, is entirely dependent on which child ) of those who might say otherwise. ] The man who made our family possible was someone I killed.
[ Huh. Strange how she can suddenly remember the way it had felt, looking down at her hands and seeing all that blood, warm and slick. He'd never managed to lay a hand on her. She'd been too quick, too angry, and he had refused to give her back her wedding ring. ]