[ She takes his incredulous reaction in stride - it wouldn't be the first time she's received such a reaction when declaring her acceptance towards others being killed. But Gen is different from those lawmen she'd talked to, he seems so much less... appalled, and more accepting, even if he sounds tired and not totally self-convinced that it's alright to think that way. All things considered, it's better than the typical reaction, which heightens her respect of him as a peer.
In fact, she even feels a little flicker of pride, getting him to admit that she made him feel better, even if it was for something like this. Aloof, lonely, tough-guy Gen. It's a comfort to her, too, to feel helpful and to feel appreciated, especially after a long string of what have felt like personal failures— failing guarding the execution of Vaeka, and failing to prevent Amos from nearly dying, too. ]
See, I knew you'd come around and appreciate me one day.
[ She hmphs, closing her eyes briefly with satisfaction, before tilting over enough so that she can bump shoulders with him in a light tease. But, instead of easing away immediately, she keeps herself pressed there, moving to keep the glass bottle still in her hand at her side. Due to the nature of her injuries, and the way they're sitting, she can't go all out on dealing out affection like she might with her typical forceful and energetic antics on a normal day— but maybe that's fine, anyway, given the solemnness of the moment. Selfishly, she just wants to feel connected to him, together with him, more than they are just through their Legacy. ]
Some people deserve it and stuff... just like Kira says. [ Because he must know of Kira; it was international news in her time, and she doubts the spectacle would be wiped away by a measly 16 years, even if she doubts she would've been acting as Kira herself in his time. The comment is said casually, like the context is obvious. ] You're fine. I don't think it's weird at all to think that way, even if you're making it seem like I'm weird.
[ Her words are light and encouraging, built on a solid, immovable foundation in her own mind that perfectly assuages every worry she could've ever had about all the lives she'd taken being something to worry about. ]
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In fact, she even feels a little flicker of pride, getting him to admit that she made him feel better, even if it was for something like this. Aloof, lonely, tough-guy Gen. It's a comfort to her, too, to feel helpful and to feel appreciated, especially after a long string of what have felt like personal failures— failing guarding the execution of Vaeka, and failing to prevent Amos from nearly dying, too. ]
See, I knew you'd come around and appreciate me one day.
[ She hmphs, closing her eyes briefly with satisfaction, before tilting over enough so that she can bump shoulders with him in a light tease. But, instead of easing away immediately, she keeps herself pressed there, moving to keep the glass bottle still in her hand at her side. Due to the nature of her injuries, and the way they're sitting, she can't go all out on dealing out affection like she might with her typical forceful and energetic antics on a normal day— but maybe that's fine, anyway, given the solemnness of the moment. Selfishly, she just wants to feel connected to him, together with him, more than they are just through their Legacy. ]
Some people deserve it and stuff... just like Kira says. [ Because he must know of Kira; it was international news in her time, and she doubts the spectacle would be wiped away by a measly 16 years, even if she doubts she would've been acting as Kira herself in his time. The comment is said casually, like the context is obvious. ] You're fine. I don't think it's weird at all to think that way, even if you're making it seem like I'm weird.
[ Her words are light and encouraging, built on a solid, immovable foundation in her own mind that perfectly assuages every worry she could've ever had about all the lives she'd taken being something to worry about. ]