She flinches and even though she knows he didn't mean anything by it, his words strike a cord. Problem. That's right, this is a problem. Her feelings are a problem. The hurt and rejection build up and she turns away completely, pushing the feelings down. She can't help feeling that way, even though she's desperately trying not to react to his words.
"If you want me to give you an order, I shall. I order you to act however you best see fit, on the condition that in the future, you reframe from trying to kill anyone unless it's absolutely necessary. Now let's go home." It looks like it's going to rain soon and while it would be a good cover for the tears she feels like she's going to cry if they continue this conversation… In the end, she'd rather not get wet.
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Date: 2013-03-03 07:58 am (UTC)"If you want me to give you an order, I shall. I order you to act however you best see fit, on the condition that in the future, you reframe from trying to kill anyone unless it's absolutely necessary. Now let's go home." It looks like it's going to rain soon and while it would be a good cover for the tears she feels like she's going to cry if they continue this conversation… In the end, she'd rather not get wet.