[She said and did nothing for several moments after his short-lived outburst. Of course she was one of them? What a strange thing to say, she thought. What a strange thing to hear. She almost would have preferred not hearing it, honestly. It was fine for her to care about him, to care about any of the others, but the moment they even played with the possibility otherwise, she suddenly had to care about her own well-being. For their sake.
Loosing a sigh, quiet and thoughtful, it dawned on her that if he knew so well, laughed at Wyll's misfortune, found humour in it, why in the hells would he do something so similar? And the only answer she had was desperation. Desperate times called for desperate measures. If what he said held any truth in it at all, it would be a convincing reason for him to put himself at risk.
As she took him in, the same feeling she had any other time she got herself involved in something she was certain she didn't belong in began to well up. She never was able to separate herself from the things she did, it seemed. Always driven by her heart, fool thing that it was. She finally began to move, to close the distance between them and when she was close enough to touch him, she hesitated. To do so uninvited would have been a poor choice on her part. So instead, she offered him her hands, both to show that she had nothing, that she was nothing other than the cleric who stood in front of where he sat, and to show that he was still very much the one in control of his own decisions and what he was and was not willing to allow or accept.]
Well, where Raphael's concerned, we'll just have to find a way to out-think him. I'm not sure how yet, but where there's a will, there's a way. And when it comes to Cazador... I'm not afraid. I've made it this far. So instead of working against me, work alongside me. I'm stronger with you there, you know. You play as much as role as the others do. I wouldn't be here now if it weren't for any of you.
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Date: 2023-12-14 01:58 pm (UTC)Loosing a sigh, quiet and thoughtful, it dawned on her that if he knew so well, laughed at Wyll's misfortune, found humour in it, why in the hells would he do something so similar? And the only answer she had was desperation. Desperate times called for desperate measures. If what he said held any truth in it at all, it would be a convincing reason for him to put himself at risk.
As she took him in, the same feeling she had any other time she got herself involved in something she was certain she didn't belong in began to well up. She never was able to separate herself from the things she did, it seemed. Always driven by her heart, fool thing that it was. She finally began to move, to close the distance between them and when she was close enough to touch him, she hesitated. To do so uninvited would have been a poor choice on her part. So instead, she offered him her hands, both to show that she had nothing, that she was nothing other than the cleric who stood in front of where he sat, and to show that he was still very much the one in control of his own decisions and what he was and was not willing to allow or accept.]
Well, where Raphael's concerned, we'll just have to find a way to out-think him. I'm not sure how yet, but where there's a will, there's a way. And when it comes to Cazador... I'm not afraid. I've made it this far. So instead of working against me, work alongside me. I'm stronger with you there, you know. You play as much as role as the others do. I wouldn't be here now if it weren't for any of you.