You can't have—? [ Kostos begins, prepared to continue being furious about Nell telling him how to feel, before he realizes that she isn't. Not really. You, you, you. That probably makes it easier.
Understanding (or thinking he does) only makes him slightly less angry. Maybe later, when he's had time to cool off and sober up, he'll—not have anything comforting to say, he's no good at that anyway, but maybe he'll wish he were better at it. But right now, he doesn't back off physically, doesn't stop glaring, doesn't stop sort of wishing that they weren't in public. The only change at all is that he takes a breath and regains the presence of mind necessary to lower his voice. ]
There was never any going back. Not for us. When they have the power to send us back, they'll have the power to hang us. And bullshit like that is not going to make anyone wonder if they're right to.
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Understanding (or thinking he does) only makes him slightly less angry. Maybe later, when he's had time to cool off and sober up, he'll—not have anything comforting to say, he's no good at that anyway, but maybe he'll wish he were better at it. But right now, he doesn't back off physically, doesn't stop glaring, doesn't stop sort of wishing that they weren't in public. The only change at all is that he takes a breath and regains the presence of mind necessary to lower his voice. ]
There was never any going back. Not for us. When they have the power to send us back, they'll have the power to hang us. And bullshit like that is not going to make anyone wonder if they're right to.