[ he has a definite recollection of river saying as much. he also remembers how easily she'd started talking, and how easy it was to coax her to continue. ]
I thought little information was the least you owed me.
[ he might have gone a little too far with that. ]
For all of the needling you've done.
[ though his expression remains unwavered, there's something slightly relenting in his voice, almost, almost a little abashed. it's easy to slip back into old habits with this woman. easy to let himself forget the damage he's capable of.
he can't blame her for it. or he shouldn't.
by the fucking void. now he's staring at her, and now he does look uncertain, rubs a hand over his jaw. ]
[ he can't even meet her irritation. dwelling on what he'd said, what he'd demanded of her, he can't even bring himself to feel a prickle of anger or snap back. ]
I don't—
[ what he means to say it that he isn't so hopelessly obnoxious with his demands. that he wasn't the one to challenge her knowledge, her fighting prowess. but of course he hadn't been silent. he'd posed plenty of questions beyond what she wanted to hear.
he glances toward the nearest building, the sky, the ground. ]
( considering how both his words and actions had happened. she would also absolutely fight him on her own challenge -- she hadn't done it to belittle but to improve, particularly when he was harming himself with his lack of care.
but that's a separate matter and daud's reluctant confession does little to quell her anger at him )
Maybe you should figure that out before trying to figure anyone else out.
( and she's turning around, leaving him there. no matter what he says she can't be stopped )
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( and river has a vague recollection of saying as much but he hadn't allowed her her silence and she hadn't really complained either )
You were part of it too.
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[ he has a definite recollection of river saying as much. he also remembers how easily she'd started talking, and how easy it was to coax her to continue. ]
I thought little information was the least you owed me.
[ after being a continuous pain in his neck. ]
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Owed you? I didn't owe you anything.
( and now she hates that she'd actually been honest with him on sort of her own terms )
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For all of the needling you've done.
[ though his expression remains unwavered, there's something slightly relenting in his voice, almost, almost a little abashed. it's easy to slip back into old habits with this woman. easy to let himself forget the damage he's capable of.
he can't blame her for it. or he shouldn't.
by the fucking void. now he's staring at her, and now he does look uncertain, rubs a hand over his jaw. ]
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( she was getting very irritated with him and certainly not bothering to hide it )
You ask ceaseless questions, offer nothing in return and expect answers?
( certainly river had asked little of him but she wasn't as infuriatingly nosy )
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I don't—
[ what he means to say it that he isn't so hopelessly obnoxious with his demands. that he wasn't the one to challenge her knowledge, her fighting prowess. but of course he hadn't been silent. he'd posed plenty of questions beyond what she wanted to hear.
he glances toward the nearest building, the sky, the ground. ]
I didn't.
...All right.
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( considering how both his words and actions had happened. she would also absolutely fight him on her own challenge -- she hadn't done it to belittle but to improve, particularly when he was harming himself with his lack of care.
but that's a separate matter and daud's reluctant confession does little to quell her anger at him )
Maybe you should figure that out before trying to figure anyone else out.
( and she's turning around, leaving him there. no matter what he says she can't be stopped )