[Knives speaks, and Meryl listens. There's an almost intense level of focus on the man right now, undivided attention now focused solely on him. This was far more important than any university lecture, and definitely worlds better than any anecdote Roberto would have offered up for her. This is Knives' story, and she wants to memorize every word.
She doesn't pity him, that isn't the right word. But her heart does ache. It's hard to imagine Knives ever being vulnerable or helpless, but she has no reason to doubt him. Nor does she have any reason to doubt his reasons for rejecting his name. Unfortunately for her, whatever compassion and concern she has welling in her chest quickly manifests itself into words. Stupid, foolish words.]
You don't have to be any of that. Not here. Not with me. [As if she, not even 5 feet tall, could ever do anything about the horrors Knives had faced. All she had was a fiery temper and a tiny gun, none of which could stand up to much anything back home. Still, she speaks the words with every bit of conviction that a better built, more prepared person might.]
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Date: 2024-02-07 12:56 am (UTC)She doesn't pity him, that isn't the right word. But her heart does ache. It's hard to imagine Knives ever being vulnerable or helpless, but she has no reason to doubt him. Nor does she have any reason to doubt his reasons for rejecting his name. Unfortunately for her, whatever compassion and concern she has welling in her chest quickly manifests itself into words. Stupid, foolish words.]
You don't have to be any of that. Not here. Not with me. [As if she, not even 5 feet tall, could ever do anything about the horrors Knives had faced. All she had was a fiery temper and a tiny gun, none of which could stand up to much anything back home. Still, she speaks the words with every bit of conviction that a better built, more prepared person might.]
You deserve that safety here - [A pause.] Nai.