[ He doesn't hate it because it's manipulative. He hates it because she's absolutely right. Glaring doesn't accomplish much when he's still wrapped from head to toe in their ridiculous disguises, but the impression of it's still strong enough in the link.
Once the frustration's expressed, there's a subtle shift in tone; resignation, or something like it, and it seems to play out without much resistance. This isn't the first time he's been backed into a corner, and it isn't the first time he's been forced to deal with reality. ]
(What are you, then? Because if I had to bet coin, I'd name you for an Aiel.)
[ She won't know the term. He's aware, and for once the give in his thoughts is intentional, if a bit long-suffering: more images than one, women in black hoods in deftly skilled combat or women with pale hair and eyes, expressions stoic and unforgiving — and a woman with short golden hair, her memory sharper than the rest and cut off just as quick. ]
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[ He doesn't hate it because it's manipulative. He hates it because she's absolutely right. Glaring doesn't accomplish much when he's still wrapped from head to toe in their ridiculous disguises, but the impression of it's still strong enough in the link.
Once the frustration's expressed, there's a subtle shift in tone; resignation, or something like it, and it seems to play out without much resistance. This isn't the first time he's been backed into a corner, and it isn't the first time he's been forced to deal with reality. ]
( What are you, then? Because if I had to bet coin, I'd name you for an Aiel. )
[ She won't know the term. He's aware, and for once the give in his thoughts is intentional, if a bit long-suffering: more images than one, women in black hoods in deftly skilled combat or women with pale hair and eyes, expressions stoic and unforgiving — and a woman with short golden hair, her memory sharper than the rest and cut off just as quick. ]