[idiot you just got through with almost murdering your team because you lost control, you can't do that to them again, you don't know if you can handle it.]
[whirling away from him and slamming her fist against the trunk of the nearest tree. The wood dents, cracking and creaking alarmingly – if the tree had been human that punch likely would have shattered bone.]
[folds his arms over his torso and leans against the nearest tree]
Sparrow was insistent people vote to save the other person, knowin' full well that she'd die if she lost. Others did it, too. That girl from Ratatoskr. That boy from Tiamat.
Sparrow chose what was right for her heart. She would never, ever have been able to forgive herself if she had been the one to walk away . . . just as I would never have forgiven myself if I had allowed my team to send the water away, back in Nyssa's first game.
. . . Beyond that, of course, she—and perhaps the others—just wanted the others to be able to live. Still selfish ; those who survived suffered just as horribly as those who died . . . but Sparrow isn't the kind of lass who can think only of herself.
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[surely she misheard him]
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I don't know what they plan on doin' to get her back.
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I have to see her.
[it's a low hiss between gritted teeth. SOMEBODY ISN'T THINKING ABOUT THE BLOODY MESS THAT TAKSHAKA PROBABLY IS RIGHT NOW . . .]
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Can you handle it?
[fortunately for her, he is]
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[idiot you just got through with almost murdering your team because you lost control, you can't do that to them again, you don't know if you can handle it.]
[She freezes again, torn.]
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They'll be there when you go home.
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[okay]
[. . .]
[whirling away from him and slamming her fist against the trunk of the nearest tree. The wood dents, cracking and creaking alarmingly – if the tree had been human that punch likely would have shattered bone.]
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You still need to rest.
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[examining her knuckles, which . . . aren't even bruised.]
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No, it's the number one thing you need. S'just hard for you to accept because there's somethin' else you want to do more.
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How did you fare through the game?
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Though I suspect some of Amalthea's alliances aren't too popular.
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Rook would've sacrificed himself too, if we let him.
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I would've voted to save him, no matter what. Just like I voted to save Sparrow.
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[her pacing slows to a stop, and she turns to face him.]
I wouldn't really expect anything else of you, I suppose.
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. . . I don't understand why more people here don't have better survival instincts.
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[folds his arms over his torso and leans against the nearest tree]
Sparrow was insistent people vote to save the other person, knowin' full well that she'd die if she lost. Others did it, too. That girl from Ratatoskr. That boy from Tiamat.
[shakes his head]
. . . I don't understand.
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. . . Beyond that, of course, she—and perhaps the others—just wanted the others to be able to live. Still selfish ; those who survived suffered just as horribly as those who died . . . but Sparrow isn't the kind of lass who can think only of herself.
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