[ Claire is... suddenly aware that she's done one hell of a job here in ruining her chances in actually getting Raines to do what she just requested of him- the first time she's even come close to caring about that kind of thing, after he went and marked himself as a traitor... and thus basically a lost cause in trying to converse with in any way. Not unless she had a specific reason to attempt getting information from him.
Which is, of course, something she also gave up on already, trading her remaining opportunities for nothing but abrasiveness when it had also become clear nothing he said matched up with what she knew or wanted to hear.
Why should she care? Why does she care? Who knows, and again she's tempted to just turn around, forget she even tried to say anything more, and leave. Leave like she said she was going to.
... But, she can't. ]
Lieutenant Colonel Rosch was here, in Balamb.
[ She speaks very strangely when she finally forces the words out, very robotic, enunciating in a way that is both devoid of emotion and very nearly stripping out all emphasis on any one syllable over the others. The implications of the admission probably go without saying...
And immediately she hates herself for being pushed this far, for being so unsettled by the accusation she's not what she seems, that here she's issuing what could not just be taken as a warning to someone she's trained herself to hate, but is also far too telling about her and her problems and what's going on here.
She has a suspicion she knows exactly what conclusion he might jump to, after he's made it so abundantly clear he hates the fal'Cie- somehow he knows of Barthandelus, wears a Sanctum Brand, and yet apparently despises him in particular. So far, that's been absolutely nonsensical to her. Impossible under the circumstances she's familiar with.
Why is this happening?
And the most agitating thing is, if he manages to guess how terribly disastrous her run-in with her former superior was, based on her actions now, that she's apparently been kicked aside and painted an enemy and that's why she's upset... he'd be right. ]
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Which is, of course, something she also gave up on already, trading her remaining opportunities for nothing but abrasiveness when it had also become clear nothing he said matched up with what she knew or wanted to hear.
Why should she care? Why does she care? Who knows, and again she's tempted to just turn around, forget she even tried to say anything more, and leave. Leave like she said she was going to.
... But, she can't. ]
Lieutenant Colonel Rosch was here, in Balamb.
[ She speaks very strangely when she finally forces the words out, very robotic, enunciating in a way that is both devoid of emotion and very nearly stripping out all emphasis on any one syllable over the others. The implications of the admission probably go without saying...
And immediately she hates herself for being pushed this far, for being so unsettled by the accusation she's not what she seems, that here she's issuing what could not just be taken as a warning to someone she's trained herself to hate, but is also far too telling about her and her problems and what's going on here.
She has a suspicion she knows exactly what conclusion he might jump to, after he's made it so abundantly clear he hates the fal'Cie- somehow he knows of Barthandelus, wears a Sanctum Brand, and yet apparently despises him in particular. So far, that's been absolutely nonsensical to her. Impossible under the circumstances she's familiar with.
Why is this happening?
And the most agitating thing is, if he manages to guess how terribly disastrous her run-in with her former superior was, based on her actions now, that she's apparently been kicked aside and painted an enemy and that's why she's upset... he'd be right. ]