[ Except that this time, there is no spite or venom- frustrated anger, yes, but for once it's conflicted at best and obviously not aimed at Raines directly. Her tongue presses to the back of her teeth, still wanting to throw her dislike at the man - never mind, go to hell, thanks for nothing, all sentiments that are practically instinctive by now - and yet... she holds it back
Years of indoctrination have made it most of the way impossible to even consider anything less than hatred of the Pulse l'Cie, but as angry as Raines has made her in their time here in Garden, he's not one of them. She's seen the glow of his own Brand and the distinctive shape it takes the form of, and so regardless of him being the one who has actually managed to piss her off instead of being disliked simply for what he is...
A traitor is nearly as bad, and yet--
After what he said before, after what Rosch said and tried to do-- ]
Just... listen to me.
[ Her tone is uneven, as if those few words sorely hurt her just to force out. Her lungs really do sting like she's not getting enough air though, even though her breathing is deeper and a touch faster than baseline. As tense as she is, she still can't bring herself to drag her gaze up, and she pauses, abjectly miserable. ]
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Years of indoctrination have made it most of the way impossible to even consider anything less than hatred of the Pulse l'Cie, but as angry as Raines has made her in their time here in Garden, he's not one of them. She's seen the glow of his own Brand and the distinctive shape it takes the form of, and so regardless of him being the one who has actually managed to piss her off instead of being disliked simply for what he is...
A traitor is nearly as bad, and yet--
After what he said before, after what Rosch said and tried to do-- ]
Just... listen to me.
[ Her tone is uneven, as if those few words sorely hurt her just to force out. Her lungs really do sting like she's not getting enough air though, even though her breathing is deeper and a touch faster than baseline. As tense as she is, she still can't bring herself to drag her gaze up, and she pauses, abjectly miserable. ]