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I'm not...yes, I think I am.
[He's frowning, and looks unsettled, like he may take flight at any moment. But he dips his head to her as well.]
I still don't know why I called you here. I don't have anything to say. I just need...
[He opens a hand and looks frustrated with himself.]
...to talk. Maybe. Without having anything to say, I need to talk. And I know you won't judge me.
[He's frowning, and looks unsettled, like he may take flight at any moment. But he dips his head to her as well.]
I still don't know why I called you here. I don't have anything to say. I just need...
[He opens a hand and looks frustrated with himself.]
...to talk. Maybe. Without having anything to say, I need to talk. And I know you won't judge me.
We're not. [He gestures, agitated.] She was just trying to show...closeness, I suppose, in a friendly way, but she's never shown it like that. I suppose it's because it's what's expected of us here. And then it's as if I'm being unreasonable to object!
[Which is twisting the events, a bit. It had been his flinch, not his objection, that had blown up in his face.]
[Which is twisting the events, a bit. It had been his flinch, not his objection, that had blown up in his face.]
She's the Commander. Yes, it was odd. I'm not sure how one says no to one's commander, no matter how much she insists it's not like that here. I still had to comfort her when she realized I was uncomfortable. Maker, why do I always have to be the strong one?
[He stops pacing and rubs his face.]
[He stops pacing and rubs his face.]
Oh, she knows now.
[Nathaniel sits back down and rests his elbows on his knees.]
The trouble is more than rank. It's that I'm a privileged son of a bitch and she grew up in an alienage. Any time I try to explain something that makes me uncomfortable, it sounds like I'm bragging about how lucky I was as a kid when she had nothing.
[Nathaniel sits back down and rests his elbows on his knees.]
The trouble is more than rank. It's that I'm a privileged son of a bitch and she grew up in an alienage. Any time I try to explain something that makes me uncomfortable, it sounds like I'm bragging about how lucky I was as a kid when she had nothing.
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