I don't disapprove. [ She corrects him, bitterly. ] I'm merely concerned you'll get yourselves killed with your idealism, there is a difference.
[ And she glowers at him over it. Jealous of his privilege to his lofty ideals. Angry that he pressures her to list out what they share, as if he doesn't already know. Her voice lowers, every word soft and carefully formed with spite, ]
Let me ask you this, Sam Wilson. Do you think you could reach out to me as you do, if you saw nothing of yourself in me? [ Her head tilts, eyes narrowing. ] But to you, it is a wound to be sewn. You want to be the better version in all this.
[ That is what Aleksander will tell her: They believe you can be shown the error of your ways. Rehabilitated, if only you demure to your betters - ]
Until the Nest disposes of me, we are judged only by our efficacy. So let me ask you. Who discerned the locations of the bombs? Who fed the hungry of the Subspace? Who gave the people of Concordia the names of those who sought to fell their society?
[ She's radiating now, her indignation hot. ]
Every answer is me. While the rest of you squabbled over ways and means, I addressed our mission and even let the lot of you play heroes. Let you crow over your victory without interruption. And then all that has happened in the aftermath is insult and dismissal, and you are all complicit in it. Not a voice raised in protest. Even now. What will you do, go apologize to Damon Salvatore for my poor manners? Like Steven, apologizing to Lexa after she tried to burn me alive?
[ She pushes herself to her feet and spits. A barbarian gesture for how she will take no further part in this. ]
no subject
[ And she glowers at him over it. Jealous of his privilege to his lofty ideals. Angry that he pressures her to list out what they share, as if he doesn't already know. Her voice lowers, every word soft and carefully formed with spite, ]
Let me ask you this, Sam Wilson. Do you think you could reach out to me as you do, if you saw nothing of yourself in me? [ Her head tilts, eyes narrowing. ] But to you, it is a wound to be sewn. You want to be the better version in all this.
[ That is what Aleksander will tell her: They believe you can be shown the error of your ways. Rehabilitated, if only you demure to your betters - ]
Until the Nest disposes of me, we are judged only by our efficacy. So let me ask you. Who discerned the locations of the bombs? Who fed the hungry of the Subspace? Who gave the people of Concordia the names of those who sought to fell their society?
[ She's radiating now, her indignation hot. ]
Every answer is me. While the rest of you squabbled over ways and means, I addressed our mission and even let the lot of you play heroes. Let you crow over your victory without interruption. And then all that has happened in the aftermath is insult and dismissal, and you are all complicit in it. Not a voice raised in protest. Even now. What will you do, go apologize to Damon Salvatore for my poor manners? Like Steven, apologizing to Lexa after she tried to burn me alive?
[ She pushes herself to her feet and spits. A barbarian gesture for how she will take no further part in this. ]
Take your misguided concerns elsewhere.