[Spam]
[For the most part, Shinzon was inordinately pleased with his work. The people he'd wanted dead were largely dead. Well - they had been. A pity he had to deal with their return. A pity someone else was claiming responsibility for HIS hard work - but it was all right. It would keep him from spending yet more wasted time in Zero.
Still, he'd yet to enter the infirmary. He'd yet to see what it looked like, after. The thought intrigued him. So he retrieved Kahlan's journal from her room, and walked down the hall. The place was a mess, and he kept the smugness from his face, finding his warden.
He didn't offer false sympathy; he didn't want to put himself in a situation where he would have to lie too much to her. Her ability to discover his falsities were infuriating.]
Here.
[He reached her bed side and held the journal out, lips pressed in a thin line.]
Still, he'd yet to enter the infirmary. He'd yet to see what it looked like, after. The thought intrigued him. So he retrieved Kahlan's journal from her room, and walked down the hall. The place was a mess, and he kept the smugness from his face, finding his warden.
He didn't offer false sympathy; he didn't want to put himself in a situation where he would have to lie too much to her. Her ability to discover his falsities were infuriating.]
Here.
[He reached her bed side and held the journal out, lips pressed in a thin line.]