"He would be executed, for trying to protect you." There's a visible struggle to keep up the nice and polite attitude--though Aleron, not knowing just how much of a grip Beleth usually has on her outward expression, probably can't truly understand just how angry she must be. The struggle resolves itself into a chilly smile that doesn't reach her eyes. Eyes that are intently boring into the Seeker.
"Found mad and executed, for doing what he was trained to do. For doing what all Templars are told to do. Using excessive force that miraculously managed to not injure the woman at all. That's worth killing a man for. But slapping you...Well. That's not excessive force, is it?" She leans forward, almost out of her seat, and her hand is clutching onto the the pen in a way that might make anyone not fond of pen stabbings nervous. "Hitting you is punishable by fruit tarts, but you would kill someone for having the mistaken impression that you are someone worth helping."
She manages to control herself enough to stand, slamming the pen down, which is a step down from stabbing Aleron, so props to that. "But you're not, are you. You're not worth anything. It's not in the scope of your job to aid him? Well, it isn't in my job description, either, and you know what? I've been doing it anyway." Hands on the table, she leans forward. Her voice remains contained, quiet and hissing, lavender eyes alight in righteous anger.
"Because your pathetic excuse of an organization was warned that if you didn't help him, the incident would repeat, and you ignored it. Because Cade deserves help. Because Cade is not beyond redemption, and you know what? He's gotten better. I've seen Cade at his worst, and I have the scars to prove it. What scars does that mage have? He's improving, and with no thanks to you, Seeker. I helped him, because you are a blind, ignorant fool, who would rather throw him under the wagon and go back to eating fruit tarts with your pretty little wife, than put any work into a man who would die for you."
She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes for a bit. Count to ten. She's still pissed, but her voice sounds a little calmer, at least. "And you know what else? He's a better man than you. Cade is unwell, but--he tries. And he tries, and he tries, and he needs people who believe that his trying will pay off. And he deserves that. He's kind, and considerate, and he wants to do right by the people around him. And by his superiors, even when they don't give a snuff for him. He's a good person, and you prove your poor character more than his with your words."
She steps away from the table, and moves to walk past Aleron--stopping right at him, to rest her hand on his shoulder. Her voice is again low, and pleasant, with a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "And to ensure that my position is clear: If you even try to execute or hurt Cade? I will bring you to your knees. And I'll destroy you." She leans in, smile widening. "Don't test me. Bethany is a lovely woman, I would hate to see her upset over something as trivial as you."
And with that, she steps away again, and takes her leave. Seeya.
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"Found mad and executed, for doing what he was trained to do. For doing what all Templars are told to do. Using excessive force that miraculously managed to not injure the woman at all. That's worth killing a man for. But slapping you...Well. That's not excessive force, is it?" She leans forward, almost out of her seat, and her hand is clutching onto the the pen in a way that might make anyone not fond of pen stabbings nervous. "Hitting you is punishable by fruit tarts, but you would kill someone for having the mistaken impression that you are someone worth helping."
She manages to control herself enough to stand, slamming the pen down, which is a step down from stabbing Aleron, so props to that. "But you're not, are you. You're not worth anything. It's not in the scope of your job to aid him? Well, it isn't in my job description, either, and you know what? I've been doing it anyway." Hands on the table, she leans forward. Her voice remains contained, quiet and hissing, lavender eyes alight in righteous anger.
"Because your pathetic excuse of an organization was warned that if you didn't help him, the incident would repeat, and you ignored it. Because Cade deserves help. Because Cade is not beyond redemption, and you know what? He's gotten better. I've seen Cade at his worst, and I have the scars to prove it. What scars does that mage have? He's improving, and with no thanks to you, Seeker. I helped him, because you are a blind, ignorant fool, who would rather throw him under the wagon and go back to eating fruit tarts with your pretty little wife, than put any work into a man who would die for you."
She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes for a bit. Count to ten. She's still pissed, but her voice sounds a little calmer, at least. "And you know what else? He's a better man than you. Cade is unwell, but--he tries. And he tries, and he tries, and he needs people who believe that his trying will pay off. And he deserves that. He's kind, and considerate, and he wants to do right by the people around him. And by his superiors, even when they don't give a snuff for him. He's a good person, and you prove your poor character more than his with your words."
She steps away from the table, and moves to walk past Aleron--stopping right at him, to rest her hand on his shoulder. Her voice is again low, and pleasant, with a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "And to ensure that my position is clear: If you even try to execute or hurt Cade? I will bring you to your knees. And I'll destroy you." She leans in, smile widening. "Don't test me. Bethany is a lovely woman, I would hate to see her upset over something as trivial as you."
And with that, she steps away again, and takes her leave. Seeya.