Three Sentence Ficathon

"This meant nothing to you, then?" he says, and he watches her flinch back from that, knows it was unkind, knows that he cannot in truth say he forgives her or understands her, still. There is an ache in his spine every moment caused by foreign metal his people will not forgive, eased by his daily sessions, eased by the crackle of lightning in his hands for a moment, but the ache is hers by cause and he's the one who bears it every day.

"You know - " the twist of her mouth and turn away of her body is almost as violent as any move he's ever seen her throw in training and he knew that was only ever going to be the end of this conversation but he is so, so tired.