[Of course hearing Silco’s name get brought into this makes a lot of things slide into place. She’s had few occasions to deal with the man and most were antagonistic, even when she had been in the process of saving his ass after picking a fight with a god. But she’d gotten a little insight on his thoughts on this conflict and—of course he’d be glad to see the streets of the opposite faction run red.
Gavial is clenching her hands into fists and resisting the urge to uselessly strike at the stone along the back of the cell’s wall. She feels that momentary confusion from him and it’s nearly reflected back, because how could he not have realized? But the realization is there, just belated, joined soon by a upsurge of shame.
She lets that sit there between them for a moment, eyes screwed shut as she reaches up to pinch just above the bridge of her nose. “Fucked up” is an understatement, but at least he has the presence of mind to own up to it. But still. How could he not have realized?]
Amos… Damn it.
[Some of the edge falters from the words as something else starts encroaching on the presence of her anger. Disappointment? Dismay? She’s not sure she even has the right word for it.]
It was so many people. We go after the leader? It leaves them reeling and demoralized. But when we hit innocent people it makes it personal! They don’t deserve to get involved like this! We can’t undo harm like that!
[It’s repeating the obvious at this point, but yelling is about all she feels like she can do right now. Still, it’s a point worth hammering home, in her eyes.]
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Gavial is clenching her hands into fists and resisting the urge to uselessly strike at the stone along the back of the cell’s wall. She feels that momentary confusion from him and it’s nearly reflected back, because how could he not have realized? But the realization is there, just belated, joined soon by a upsurge of shame.
She lets that sit there between them for a moment, eyes screwed shut as she reaches up to pinch just above the bridge of her nose. “Fucked up” is an understatement, but at least he has the presence of mind to own up to it. But still. How could he not have realized?]
Amos… Damn it.
[Some of the edge falters from the words as something else starts encroaching on the presence of her anger. Disappointment? Dismay? She’s not sure she even has the right word for it.]
It was so many people. We go after the leader? It leaves them reeling and demoralized. But when we hit innocent people it makes it personal! They don’t deserve to get involved like this! We can’t undo harm like that!
[It’s repeating the obvious at this point, but yelling is about all she feels like she can do right now. Still, it’s a point worth hammering home, in her eyes.]