Resisting mathers

With this and more, she assaulted Chevalier’s eyes with more deep truths that the eyes normally couldn’t see.  With visual representations of feelings he would know to be her fact.  What it felt to be worshiped, what it felt to give all of oneself up to faith.  The security of giving oneself over.

He endured it all.  He knew all of the tricks, the techniques, the things that members of the PRT, Protectorate, and Wards had studied.  He had sweat at his brow and a distant look in his eyes.

(…)

Chevalier was silent.  He likely knew she could get a small foothold in the mind by being talked to.  It was a benefit of small fractions for her, but he refused to grant it.

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