The moment Hush arrives, Cersei's attention is fixed on her mother. She turns to look at the pale figure of her, her blue eyes observing the frail workings of her dam. For an instance, she feels sorry for her behavior. For a split second, she doesn't want to fight for the sake of Hush, but it all quickly vanishes into the heat of the Desert.
She ignores his comment about the place being far from a wasteland all together. It's a wasteland, and he knows it. He's just trying to find something that isn't there. When her gaze turns back to the painted stallion, her stare is cold. It's almost dark and revengeful. Even as Hush whispered, Cersei's anger hardly subsides. She's my mom, and I still love her. But this will never be forgotten. Mommy dearest, you hurt me.
As Hollowpoint suddenly moves in to comfort Hush, Cersei steps away. She watches, painfully. Just seeing them together made her sick. It was as if they liked making her uncomfortable. They wanted her to dislike the whole situation even more - it was working. "Nothing can make up for what's been done." She says, softly, but still so full of wrath. "Was it worth it? Was this your dream? To end up hated by so many, exiled and knocked up again, Mom?" She stares at Hush, looking for a reply. She wanted her to say no, but she felt Hush would say the complete opposite.
And Cersei just might take off running into the middle of the desert and let the sun swallow her up.
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