[She doesn't understand. Why people suddenly pretended to care about Khalil, as if this isn't something that happens all over the world every single day. As if it's not the very principle of their legal system, that when you screw up you get carted off and put in a box to be poked and prodded and punished. Nobody gave a shit when she was tortured, and she has no reason to believe that Jon is a good enough person that he would either. But Khalil getting a harsh talking to? Oh, the humanity. It must be easy, being stupid.
She looks at him, baffled and somewhat disbelieving before breathing sharply out of her nose and reducing the cigarette in her hand to nothing but smoke with just the snap of her fingers.
She's got enough fear welled up for that. It's a good relief. Something that was as common to her as water is being kept from her like it's hard drugs but that doesn't mean she doesn't like the rare moments she gets with it. She decides to abandon the Khalil argument. It's hardly like he matters anymore.
His sympathy doesn't reach her. It's not something she comprehends, for a number of reasons. But she does understand his warning well enough, even if she thinks it's stupid.]
Yes, well, much like you it's not my first time dealing with monsters beyond human comprehension. [The Nightmare King's forest makes Gloucester's monthly horrors look like a picnic with how targeted the torture was in there.] I'm willing to take my chances this time, even if you and your boyfriend are content to sit back and watch. In my experience? It's not a picnic to just shut up and do what you're told either.
You don't want things - ADI, one would assume - to know that you know far more than you let on. First of all, get better at lying. Whenever someone says something wrong you immediately try to correct them. [She'd say something about mansplaining if she didn't also do the exact same thing.] Second of all... fine. That's fair enough, I guess. Just keep me informed, whenever it's relevant, and I'll find a way to steer the right people in that direction. Our fellow passengers, for one. In return, I'll keep your secret, and help cover your tracks.
And of course I'd like your help with this mission.
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She looks at him, baffled and somewhat disbelieving before breathing sharply out of her nose and reducing the cigarette in her hand to nothing but smoke with just the snap of her fingers.
She's got enough fear welled up for that. It's a good relief. Something that was as common to her as water is being kept from her like it's hard drugs but that doesn't mean she doesn't like the rare moments she gets with it. She decides to abandon the Khalil argument. It's hardly like he matters anymore.
His sympathy doesn't reach her. It's not something she comprehends, for a number of reasons. But she does understand his warning well enough, even if she thinks it's stupid.]
Yes, well, much like you it's not my first time dealing with monsters beyond human comprehension. [The Nightmare King's forest makes Gloucester's monthly horrors look like a picnic with how targeted the torture was in there.] I'm willing to take my chances this time, even if you and your boyfriend are content to sit back and watch. In my experience? It's not a picnic to just shut up and do what you're told either.
You don't want things - ADI, one would assume - to know that you know far more than you let on. First of all, get better at lying. Whenever someone says something wrong you immediately try to correct them. [She'd say something about mansplaining if she didn't also do the exact same thing.] Second of all... fine. That's fair enough, I guess. Just keep me informed, whenever it's relevant, and I'll find a way to steer the right people in that direction. Our fellow passengers, for one. In return, I'll keep your secret, and help cover your tracks.
And of course I'd like your help with this mission.