[When the blind counterattack doesn't come he realizes she's figured him out, not that it's hugely surprising. And if he were in her shoes, he'd be expecting a sudden charge to close range and probably going for her sword. While there's a fraction of a second where he's considering taking another shot at her, he realizes a tome is a poor choice of melee weapon and finally goes for his own sword again, kicking himself off the ground and towards her from the side while both drawing his sword and swinging in the same, smooth motion.
He fully expects to feel silver upon silver in about a second or so.
But at the same time his mind isn't quite a hundred percent on the fight, just the thought of his mother changing, becoming someone like Grima... it's horrifying. It's both something he can't imagine and yet can imagine all too clearly, and would he have done any differently in her position? That's a question he's not quite sure he wants to try and answer.]
... I know what you mean. But don't you realize why he's changed? Why he's the way he is now? Just think about it!
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He fully expects to feel silver upon silver in about a second or so.
But at the same time his mind isn't quite a hundred percent on the fight, just the thought of his mother changing, becoming someone like Grima... it's horrifying. It's both something he can't imagine and yet can imagine all too clearly, and would he have done any differently in her position? That's a question he's not quite sure he wants to try and answer.]
... I know what you mean. But don't you realize why he's changed? Why he's the way he is now? Just think about it!