”So you keep saying…” she says, giving him a bit of a sideways look, like maybe she can see some sort of secret beneath the words. She can’t, of course, and yet she wonders why he keeps insisting that he could kill someone. Maybe he wants to. Maybe he wants to prove himself in some weird way. The worst part? It makes sense, and she doesn’t even blame him if it’s true. Yet she doesn’t ask, letting the topics drift on.
She chuckles slightly, shaking her head as he points out that others disagree. ”Maybe you need a neutral third-party to decide,” she says, though it’s a joke. The real way of the world was exactly as he described it. It was Erebor yelling at Weaver for being foolish, and Weaver yelling back that they needed food. She understands his plight. ”You could value yourself more than others, and you’d get yelled at for that too. But if you value others, then by extension, you care about what they care about. And apparently, they care about you.” She can see why they do, too.
He stands, turning around to give her a view of his ass, and she laughs lightly. ”Mmm, it is a good ass,” she agrees. He turns back around to her, and she gives him her usual, mischievous grin. ”What would make you happy? Not numb, but actually happy? That is what you do tonight.”
She chuckles slightly, shaking her head as he points out that others disagree. ”Maybe you need a neutral third-party to decide,” she says, though it’s a joke. The real way of the world was exactly as he described it. It was Erebor yelling at Weaver for being foolish, and Weaver yelling back that they needed food. She understands his plight. ”You could value yourself more than others, and you’d get yelled at for that too. But if you value others, then by extension, you care about what they care about. And apparently, they care about you.” She can see why they do, too.
He stands, turning around to give her a view of his ass, and she laughs lightly. ”Mmm, it is a good ass,” she agrees. He turns back around to her, and she gives him her usual, mischievous grin. ”What would make you happy? Not numb, but actually happy? That is what you do tonight.”
weaver
-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
