[ she pauses, considers, tests his words for hidden meanings or trap doors. after a moment, she hums, and drops her eyes to her hands, picking at a hangnail while she speaks. ]
I would still like to hear your perspective, Messere, very much so. But I can't shake the sensation that to press you to explain yourself now would be doing you an unkindness. You are...
[ here she fumbles for the right words, skin torn too far and now she's bleeding. ]
I'd prefer to hear it as a friend, not some anthropological venture. Your history is real, and personal, not a, a... teaching exercise. You aren't the only former templar in the world; you don't owe it to me. [ a huff, as she presses thumb to cuticle to stop the bleeding and lifts her eyes to the ceiling. ] Am I even making sense?
I do want to hear what you have to say, Messere. But only when you really want to share it with me, not when you feel it an obligation.
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I would still like to hear your perspective, Messere, very much so. But I can't shake the sensation that to press you to explain yourself now would be doing you an unkindness. You are...
[ here she fumbles for the right words, skin torn too far and now she's bleeding. ]
I'd prefer to hear it as a friend, not some anthropological venture. Your history is real, and personal, not a, a... teaching exercise. You aren't the only former templar in the world; you don't owe it to me. [ a huff, as she presses thumb to cuticle to stop the bleeding and lifts her eyes to the ceiling. ] Am I even making sense?
I do want to hear what you have to say, Messere. But only when you really want to share it with me, not when you feel it an obligation.