[Irhya's default reaction to conflict is not to back away, unfortunately. It is and ever has been to answer it head-on. She is just as quick to jump to her feet, though the knee-jerk emotion that pulses through her isn't the same type of fiery fury; it's all racing heart and cold adrenaline, as if he were actually threatening her with violence.]
Does it make you feel better to think we fancy ourselves guilt-free in all this? No matter how many times we have to hand down judgments like this, it never gets any easier! One life for one world is still too many, and yet--!
[She has to restrain the urge to throw one of those yarn balls at him. Despair creeps up inside her like bile, and she digs her nails into the couch's arm just to keep her hands from doing anything regretful. All the same, she straightens herself up as high as she can to meet his gaze, undaunted.]
I like you well enough. You're clever and sharp and steadfastly loyal, and I respect all that. But don't even start trying to tell me what does and doesn't matter to me, or the reasons I accepted you here and now!
Look. You're grieving. Understandably so. But don't take it out on us when there's no guarantee our compliance would even change anything upon your return!
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[Irhya's default reaction to conflict is not to back away, unfortunately. It is and ever has been to answer it head-on. She is just as quick to jump to her feet, though the knee-jerk emotion that pulses through her isn't the same type of fiery fury; it's all racing heart and cold adrenaline, as if he were actually threatening her with violence.]
Does it make you feel better to think we fancy ourselves guilt-free in all this? No matter how many times we have to hand down judgments like this, it never gets any easier! One life for one world is still too many, and yet--!
[She has to restrain the urge to throw one of those yarn balls at him. Despair creeps up inside her like bile, and she digs her nails into the couch's arm just to keep her hands from doing anything regretful. All the same, she straightens herself up as high as she can to meet his gaze, undaunted.]
I like you well enough. You're clever and sharp and steadfastly loyal, and I respect all that. But don't even start trying to tell me what does and doesn't matter to me, or the reasons I accepted you here and now!
Look. You're grieving. Understandably so. But don't take it out on us when there's no guarantee our compliance would even change anything upon your return!