And yet you spend your days entertaining a prisoner, robbing your colleagues, and wasting my time with your thoughtless antics. You're known to be a frequent visitor of a traitor who was sent back here to spy on us, you stole something that used to belong to him with a desperate level of stupidity, you concealed it, and you lied about it. That is more than enough reason for me to assume you're some sort of Venatori messenger and put you in a cell yourself. Has any part of that even once crossed your mind?
I hardly think you can call at most four visits in four months spending my days doing anything. And the same goes for one instance of petty theft involving an object that's worth more in sentimentality than coppers!
[ Her tone is hard, but controlled, never rising into actual anger. ]
You miss the point. It would take one meeting and a message concealed in a simple object to aid the enemy. But you never stopped to think about how what you were doing would look. Just as you didn't think through how to steal the box from Leander, or how to approach the drinking contest, or what you were saying afterwards, or anything you've said to me since. How do you propose to be useful to Scouting if you refuse to think about your actions?
[ Like a candle being snuffed, her indignation and anger dies and she blinks. Blinks again. She's in trouble for...getting caught? And for being a bad liar. ]
By...learning? To think things through?
[ And by actually taking responsibility for herself instead of calling herself stupid to avoid it, and by tempering her desire to be impulsive and care-free with stability, and discipline, and gravity. Things she can do, but won't, because it makes her uncomfortable to admit fault and to admit that she's not the happy person she wants everyone to see her as.
For someone so bad at lying to others, she's done a pretty good job of fooling herself. ]
Edited (shrugs and writes more stuff that doesn't really matter ig) 2020-01-01 06:37 (UTC)
[ The moment she takes to think about it isn't to consider whether or not she'd take it seriously, but about how wrong she was to think the District Heads might be heartless. The idea that her fuckups would be responded to with corrective training rather than expulsion is... better than she thinks she deserves. ]
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What if it isn't a lie?
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...Because I joined the Inquisition and stayed when they split?
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I hardly think you can call at most four visits in four months spending my days doing anything. And the same goes for one instance of petty theft involving an object that's worth more in sentimentality than coppers!
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You miss the point. It would take one meeting and a message concealed in a simple object to aid the enemy. But you never stopped to think about how what you were doing would look. Just as you didn't think through how to steal the box from Leander, or how to approach the drinking contest, or what you were saying afterwards, or anything you've said to me since. How do you propose to be useful to Scouting if you refuse to think about your actions?
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[ Like a candle being snuffed, her indignation and anger dies and she blinks. Blinks again. She's in trouble for...getting caught? And for being a bad liar. ]
By...learning? To think things through?
[ And by actually taking responsibility for herself instead of calling herself stupid to avoid it, and by tempering her desire to be impulsive and care-free with stability, and discipline, and gravity. Things she can do, but won't, because it makes her uncomfortable to admit fault and to admit that she's not the happy person she wants everyone to see her as.
For someone so bad at lying to others, she's done a pretty good job of fooling herself. ]
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[ After another pause, she continues: ]
When you worked with a mercenary company, did you receive any sort of training?
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Not exactly.
[ She never got training in anything but dance, and even that was only for a month. ]
I was... mostly freelance.
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If I arranged training for you here, would you take it seriously?
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Yes ma'am.
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[ That seems like a dismissal, but she waits another moment before adding: ]
And, Athessa. You understand you're not to do any of this [ a vague gesture seems to encompass...their whole interaction, maybe ] again, yes?
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Can you... clarify what this is please?
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Lying to me, stealing from your comrades, creating nonsense drama that forces me to waste my time investigating nothing. The rest we'll work on.
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