[ "Fucking jesus christ," Arthur says, irritated, though not with speech-to-text turned on. "Climb out of your own arse."
Ugh, fine. So what if every single cause for concern she cited was about how everything had affected her? He still has to admit that she sure did cite a lot of causes for concern. Fine, all right, he can trust that she cares about keeping them locked away. And he can trust that they're... relatively not-unsafe with the Captain, if only because he could probably kill Valdis just as easily without them. There are, he has to admit, worse containment methods.
As for her other statement, he's really not sure how to take it. It's the typical Valdis flavour of grandiose, which makes him want to take it as posturing. But, fuck it. For Max's sake, if not for hers (and it's definitely not for hers), he'll take it in good faith.
He paces and mutters in annoyance for a bit before actually answering. ]
Since you felt my death I am sure you understand my desire to see the daggers safely contained. However I trust you to know what you are doing with them
[ What else? He could apologise for his part of their argument before, but then he'd have to pretend to have done something wrong. He could thank her for telling him where the daggers ended up, but she delivered the information like an asshole.
His pause is long enough that his STT thinks the sentence is finished, so fuck it, it's finished. ]
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Ugh, fine. So what if every single cause for concern she cited was about how everything had affected her? He still has to admit that she sure did cite a lot of causes for concern. Fine, all right, he can trust that she cares about keeping them locked away. And he can trust that they're... relatively not-unsafe with the Captain, if only because he could probably kill Valdis just as easily without them. There are, he has to admit, worse containment methods.
As for her other statement, he's really not sure how to take it. It's the typical Valdis flavour of grandiose, which makes him want to take it as posturing. But, fuck it. For Max's sake, if not for hers (and it's definitely not for hers), he'll take it in good faith.
He paces and mutters in annoyance for a bit before actually answering. ]
Since you felt my death I am sure you understand my desire to see the daggers safely contained. However I trust you to know what you are doing with them[ What else? He could apologise for his part of their argument before, but then he'd have to pretend to have done something wrong. He could thank her for telling him where the daggers ended up, but she delivered the information like an asshole.
His pause is long enough that his STT thinks the sentence is finished, so fuck it, it's finished. ]