if it doesn't burn a little
He goes from shocked to neutral rather quickly, but she doesn’t let it deter her. ”Yes, though only because it helps me understand you,” she says. Information has always been Weaver’s currency of choice. It is how she understands the world and the people in it, how she navigates her way through life. She knows what he has done, but not why. Her assumption is because his family taught him it was the right thing to do, and sometimes we are too young or too foolish or too hopeful to see any further past pleasing one's family. That is something she can defend. But if that is not the case, she’d at least like to know so she doesn’t make excuses for him.
He goes on though, and she listens, leaning back against the bookcase and crossing her arms as before. There is nothing angry about the posture, as it is her usual position, though it does look as if she is settling back in for a conversation. ”You are those things, or you were? she asks, emphasizing the last word. ”That’s the crux of the issue here. What matters, in this moment, is not the things you have done, but whether or not you intend to be better than them.” Her voice is careful, perhaps slightly cool, but certainly not disgusted. That said, if he wants to continue down a path of self-destruction, if she is wrong in her belief that he wants to change, then perhaps she is wasting her time.
He goes on though, and she listens, leaning back against the bookcase and crossing her arms as before. There is nothing angry about the posture, as it is her usual position, though it does look as if she is settling back in for a conversation. ”You are those things, or you were? she asks, emphasizing the last word. ”That’s the crux of the issue here. What matters, in this moment, is not the things you have done, but whether or not you intend to be better than them.” Her voice is careful, perhaps slightly cool, but certainly not disgusted. That said, if he wants to continue down a path of self-destruction, if she is wrong in her belief that he wants to change, then perhaps she is wasting her time.
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
