Thalassa
Standing there, killing time,
Can't commit to anything but a crime
Can't commit to anything but a crime
The metaphor is falling apart at the seams, quite certain she's more complicated than a trapped horse. It would all make sense if she just told Colt the details, laid it all out for the woman to judge herself, but Thal isn't in the mood to be reprimanded again so soon, not when she still hasn't come to terms with it all. Shrugging her shoulders, she decides to discard the metaphor entirely. "Guess I haven't worked with enough horses to know, but sometimes asking for help isn't an option - and it's not always offered."
She can guess at Colt's involvement with Vesper already, but she doesn't want to know, doesn't want to acknowledge what she might feel when she finds out, doesn't want to find out that they might be a lot more alike than she knows. Instead, she glances up from her drink, a resolve built on pain and stubbornness clear in her eyes as she nods her head. "Exactly." Finally, someone else who gets it.
Sighing like a burden has been released from her back, Thal straightens from the slight bowing of her miserable form, rolling her shoulders as she looks to the edge of the room. "How do you feel about letting off some steam? Showing those guys that we don't need anyone to save us?" A fighting ring was starting to appear, the men obviously drunk but still big enough to be a threat. It seemed like a great distraction and way to build her confidence back up after nearly dying.
She can guess at Colt's involvement with Vesper already, but she doesn't want to know, doesn't want to acknowledge what she might feel when she finds out, doesn't want to find out that they might be a lot more alike than she knows. Instead, she glances up from her drink, a resolve built on pain and stubbornness clear in her eyes as she nods her head. "Exactly." Finally, someone else who gets it.
Sighing like a burden has been released from her back, Thal straightens from the slight bowing of her miserable form, rolling her shoulders as she looks to the edge of the room. "How do you feel about letting off some steam? Showing those guys that we don't need anyone to save us?" A fighting ring was starting to appear, the men obviously drunk but still big enough to be a threat. It seemed like a great distraction and way to build her confidence back up after nearly dying.
