She sits, crossing her legs and leaning back slightly, arms folded across her chest. The scythe moves to accommodate the new position, though Weaver doesn’t bother to remove it from her back. If she was going to say exactly what she’d thought earlier, she would have said it. Zariah’s invitation now doesn’t suddenly make her feel like she should. She’s hot tempered and pissed off, but not a complete fool.
That said, she isn’t going to remain silent either. The door is open, and while she may choose different words, the crux of the issue is the same. ”What was the point in that? she asks, leaving the accusations at the door. The question is genuine and without malice, even though it’s clear that Weaver is less than pleased. It’s the sort of question that demands a very good answer. ”Right now all I see is an Outlander who doesn’t have a lot of respect for the dangers of Halo.” And she wasn’t prejudiced against the Outlanders, not normally, but at this moment she could understand why others were.
That said, she isn’t going to remain silent either. The door is open, and while she may choose different words, the crux of the issue is the same. ”What was the point in that? she asks, leaving the accusations at the door. The question is genuine and without malice, even though it’s clear that Weaver is less than pleased. It’s the sort of question that demands a very good answer. ”Right now all I see is an Outlander who doesn’t have a lot of respect for the dangers of Halo.” And she wasn’t prejudiced against the Outlanders, not normally, but at this moment she could understand why others were.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
