[It's far from stupid, which is the worst part of this really. Naive, yes. But far from stupid. She makes no attempt to set her jaw as Priscilla speaks, although she remains still.
If they lied about so many things, how do we know where it stops unless we find out for ourselves? is a fair point. The truth of it burns.
She listens, her head dipping forward as the words come, more truth, made all the more painful in the cadence of her voice, the raise of her gaze beneath overgrown bangs. What is there to say in this situation that Priscilla hasn't said? She'd underestimated her again, hadn't she? When she'd been dead set not to. And here they were.]
I don't think you're blind. But he knows how to turn words into weapons, and...
...I worry, Priscilla. And I feel helpless even though I know that this is the best situation. Given the circumstances...
[Oh, fuck it, just say it already.]
...it doesn't make you stupid. It makes you more human than many of us.
[Alright, just a little stupid, but:]
I underestimated your grasp on the situation. That does say something about me, I think. And I have always believed you to be very capable in the realm of learning - I wouldn't have bothered to teach you the quicksword if I didn't. Even if you had asked.
[That's only kind of true. You're Priscilla, she would have done it anyway, regardless. But yeah, anyone else she would have told no.]
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Date: 2011-01-06 12:14 am (UTC)If they lied about so many things, how do we know where it stops unless we find out for ourselves? is a fair point. The truth of it burns.
She listens, her head dipping forward as the words come, more truth, made all the more painful in the cadence of her voice, the raise of her gaze beneath overgrown bangs. What is there to say in this situation that Priscilla hasn't said? She'd underestimated her again, hadn't she? When she'd been dead set not to. And here they were.]
I don't think you're blind. But he knows how to turn words into weapons, and...
...I worry, Priscilla. And I feel helpless even though I know that this is the best situation. Given the circumstances...
[Oh, fuck it, just say it already.]
...it doesn't make you stupid. It makes you more human than many of us.
[Alright, just a little stupid, but:]
I underestimated your grasp on the situation. That does say something about me, I think. And I have always believed you to be very capable in the realm of learning - I wouldn't have bothered to teach you the quicksword if I didn't. Even if you had asked.
[That's only kind of true. You're Priscilla, she would have done it anyway, regardless. But yeah, anyone else she would have told no.]