Thalassa
The woman doesn't refute the assessment, seeming to take it with more grace than Thal would have expected. At least there seems to be some hope for her yet. However, the Captain is quickly questioning her assessment.
Teach?
She blinks, surprise flickering, wondering how the woman had come to the conclusion that Thal would make a good teacher - or how she'd worked up the courage after all the criticism thrown her way. For a moment, she appreciates the absurdity of it.
Then Thal laughs, the sound blunt and hollow as she swipes dirt from her sleeves and pushes off from the wall, dismissive. "You'd be better off with someone else. I don't coddle or praise." She's not soft or encouraging, not gentle or sympathetic. Her crew only learns from her because they have no other option, begrudgingly accepting her instructions as law. Thal won't subject herself to the annoyance of a whiny brat tagging along at her heels, just as she won't hold someone captive to her 'tutelage.'
Teach?
She blinks, surprise flickering, wondering how the woman had come to the conclusion that Thal would make a good teacher - or how she'd worked up the courage after all the criticism thrown her way. For a moment, she appreciates the absurdity of it.
Then Thal laughs, the sound blunt and hollow as she swipes dirt from her sleeves and pushes off from the wall, dismissive. "You'd be better off with someone else. I don't coddle or praise." She's not soft or encouraging, not gentle or sympathetic. Her crew only learns from her because they have no other option, begrudgingly accepting her instructions as law. Thal won't subject herself to the annoyance of a whiny brat tagging along at her heels, just as she won't hold someone captive to her 'tutelage.'
I'm in love with my future
