"That's what I mean," Trinket said with a tiny nod. "You're too 'still' to yell at someone. If I could find a way to make you yell, at least that would be interesting."
She was silent for a long moment as they entered the Celestine. She showed no reaction to the sight that others would describe as beautiful. Beautiful wasn't interesting.
"I've been trying to think of ways to scare you. But I don't think it will work. Or I could try to make you mad, but I don't think that will work either. You're hard to change."
"What about the animals here?" she asked, looking around. "You take care of them, you said. Would you get mad if someone hurt them?" She didn't particularly want to hurt the animals, nor did she particularly care not to hurt them. Doing so would just be a means to an end. But not, she thought, the end she was seeking.
"I think you would get more mad if someone hurt the animals than if someone hurt you."
She was silent for a long moment as they entered the Celestine. She showed no reaction to the sight that others would describe as beautiful. Beautiful wasn't interesting.
"I've been trying to think of ways to scare you. But I don't think it will work. Or I could try to make you mad, but I don't think that will work either. You're hard to change."
"What about the animals here?" she asked, looking around. "You take care of them, you said. Would you get mad if someone hurt them?" She didn't particularly want to hurt the animals, nor did she particularly care not to hurt them. Doing so would just be a means to an end. But not, she thought, the end she was seeking.
"I think you would get more mad if someone hurt the animals than if someone hurt you."
