Why is it so hard for you to communicate with one another?
[He retaliates, calm as ever.]
Different things matter to different people. I couldn't possibly anticipate all of the questions I'm asked.
[But more to the point, he eyes her at the question, quiet for a moment.]
Do I trust you enough to answer your questions? Of course. I answer every question I can. Do I trust you, now that you've told me that my options are trust you or be killed? Less likely. [He shrugs. It's the honest truth, at least.] I'm working with you. That's enough.
Touche, [ is all she says to that. Rose knows she's basically the pot calling the kettle black, but.
She waits for his answer in a moment of stifling silence. When he gives it, her expression is surprisingly placid. Rose can have on helluva poker face when she needs to. It hurts. She's not going to pretend that it doesn't; part of her wonders if he can feel that it does.
If it came down to it, Rose would probably give her life for Sorrow. For the gods. At least if she died trying to save them, it'd be for a purpose. A reason. Her death would have meaning. Even if he doesn't trust her, he doesn't have to. She'd still do it.
After a notable pause, the blond suddenly sports a winning smile to mask the strange, bitter pain causing her heart to ache. ] Alright, well, that's fair! I'll, uh. I'll be in touch, then. Maybe once we compile everything we need to I'll get back to you. Or if there's any other Null updates.
Thanks for taking the time to talk with me, dude. Sorry for disrupting your schedule.
[ She might hastily trying to exit stage left. Also perhaps reciting a mental mantra of 'Don't cry, don't cry-' as she does. It's fine. She'll be fine. ]
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[He retaliates, calm as ever.]
Different things matter to different people. I couldn't possibly anticipate all of the questions I'm asked.
[But more to the point, he eyes her at the question, quiet for a moment.]
Do I trust you enough to answer your questions? Of course. I answer every question I can. Do I trust you, now that you've told me that my options are trust you or be killed? Less likely. [He shrugs. It's the honest truth, at least.] I'm working with you. That's enough.
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She waits for his answer in a moment of stifling silence. When he gives it, her expression is surprisingly placid. Rose can have on helluva poker face when she needs to. It hurts. She's not going to pretend that it doesn't; part of her wonders if he can feel that it does.
If it came down to it, Rose would probably give her life for Sorrow. For the gods. At least if she died trying to save them, it'd be for a purpose. A reason. Her death would have meaning. Even if he doesn't trust her, he doesn't have to. She'd still do it.
After a notable pause, the blond suddenly sports a winning smile to mask the strange, bitter pain causing her heart to ache. ] Alright, well, that's fair! I'll, uh. I'll be in touch, then. Maybe once we compile everything we need to I'll get back to you. Or if there's any other Null updates.
Thanks for taking the time to talk with me, dude. Sorry for disrupting your schedule.
[ She might hastily trying to exit stage left. Also perhaps reciting a mental mantra of 'Don't cry, don't cry-' as she does. It's fine. She'll be fine. ]