Aurelia
'cause not everything means something, honey
so say the unsayable, say the most human things
so say the unsayable, say the most human things
"I'd assume so," she answers with an arch of her brow. Unhelpfully, she's not sure what he's getting at. The billow of smoke clouds out around her and she lets out a puff of breath to cast it away. The point of arrest feels moot when she wasn't strong enough to subdue the arsonists, but if she were? Then maybe they'd have a different story on their hands. "Sunjata will have to take over on this one, though." She has no agenda here, not for revenge or a fight. She'd like to have justice, prefer to make sure this shitstorm of a situation doesn't happen again. But she also has a distinct suspicion that the person whose companion she killed has revenge at the forefront of their mind.
She takes another drag of her cigarette as he.. basically dismisses her words, her attempt to scratch at his surface. It's all she's ever tried to do. Whatever. She knew it would end up the same way no matter what she said there. That's why she's glad she said it.
It's not that she's so stubborn or prideful that she won't cheer to that... insulting toast, it's that something else is bothering her. Something that's been bothering her since she came here. Now that the important shit's out of the way, she has to ask.
Leaning forward, watching as he takes her glass (because, no, she's still not drinking), she places her arms on the desk and eyes him neutrally. "Jack. How did you know who I was?" No way he would've helped her otherwise. "I haven't seen you since I... changed. You couldn't have known." But he did.
She takes another drag of her cigarette as he.. basically dismisses her words, her attempt to scratch at his surface. It's all she's ever tried to do. Whatever. She knew it would end up the same way no matter what she said there. That's why she's glad she said it.
It's not that she's so stubborn or prideful that she won't cheer to that... insulting toast, it's that something else is bothering her. Something that's been bothering her since she came here. Now that the important shit's out of the way, she has to ask.
Leaning forward, watching as he takes her glass (because, no, she's still not drinking), she places her arms on the desk and eyes him neutrally. "Jack. How did you know who I was?" No way he would've helped her otherwise. "I haven't seen you since I... changed. You couldn't have known." But he did.
if everything is temporary
I will bear the unbearable
I will bear the unbearable
