i can't help it if i want to kiss you in the rain, so
"You’re so quick to throw your hands up and act like it’s all out of your control, but you know what? You could have done a lot more if you actually cared to. Sure they're my friends, but you’re the White Knight. If you really wanted me behind the barrier, you could have gone and pleaded your case to them and then shown up on my door saying tadaaaa, all taken care of." Flora exhales hard through her nose, eyes narrowing. Yes they were her friends, but it was Ronin who had the problem with where she'd chosen to reside. At least then he could have said he tried, rather than having done exactly nothing and saying he was all out of ideas.
Her curls bounce as she throws her hands up again in exasperation, the tension in her shoulders making every movement sharp, restless. "I already know they won’t all come behind the barrier. That’s exactly why I made my choice. I’m not gonna abandon people just because it's easier on you."
As he insists again that it isn’t manipulation, that it’s just the truth, she barks out a bitter laugh, short and humourless. "It is manipulation when you only say it because you want me to do what you want. And now it’s all what if Remi dies, what if I die, what if we can’t think straight anymore." Flora’s eyes flash as she glares at him, voice sharpening. "That’s not telling me the truth. That’s pressuring me, plain and simple. You don’t get to dress it up in grief and fear and pretend it’s noble."
Her curls bounce as she throws her hands up again in exasperation, the tension in her shoulders making every movement sharp, restless. "I already know they won’t all come behind the barrier. That’s exactly why I made my choice. I’m not gonna abandon people just because it's easier on you."
As he insists again that it isn’t manipulation, that it’s just the truth, she barks out a bitter laugh, short and humourless. "It is manipulation when you only say it because you want me to do what you want. And now it’s all what if Remi dies, what if I die, what if we can’t think straight anymore." Flora’s eyes flash as she glares at him, voice sharpening. "That’s not telling me the truth. That’s pressuring me, plain and simple. You don’t get to dress it up in grief and fear and pretend it’s noble."
