Heh. Wrong again, Jaeger. [Now Aubrey sneers. Can’t help it, doesn’t try to help it; there’s a rush at his anger, the same sort of righteousness that spurred her through that second conversation—where she wanted to get under his skin. And she’s learned so much more since, but…]
There’s a lot I still don’t know about you—but you’re telling me an awful lot, just with that. [It’s a mockery, but not ingenuine. She’s tempted to step up to him, a little extra petulance—but she’s noticed that hand flexing, again, faster now. She’ll keep the distance.] I know we’re similar, and I don’t like it—that’s what I said in the first place.
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Heh. Wrong again, Jaeger. [Now Aubrey sneers. Can’t help it, doesn’t try to help it; there’s a rush at his anger, the same sort of righteousness that spurred her through that second conversation—where she wanted to get under his skin. And she’s learned so much more since, but…]
There’s a lot I still don’t know about you—but you’re telling me an awful lot, just with that. [It’s a mockery, but not ingenuine. She’s tempted to step up to him, a little extra petulance—but she’s noticed that hand flexing, again, faster now. She’ll keep the distance.] I know we’re similar, and I don’t like it—that’s what I said in the first place.
[So what?] Any questions?