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[coquettish_trees]

WHO: Kitty and Lexie
WHAT: Two girls discussing one idiot
WHEN: after Kitty's return from this fun excursion
WHERE: Jeshavis office
NOTES: none

When someone comes to visit her, they knock. Alexandrie insists on it. Alexandrie makes her intended knock (although it is largely because she likes the way he does it). If there is to be propriety nowhere else on this island, it will have one last bastion in the offices of Project Jeshavis. Perhaps even more important than propriety, the pacing and force of someone's request for entrance gives her shades of information about the manner of meeting she's about to have.

There is, however, a single exemption to this rule, and she is approaching the door at this very moment.

Kitty's moods need no such barometer to be read.

Comments

[rathercommon]

"Any judgments. All judgments." She sighs, and doesn't look up quite yet. "You get emotional, don't you. And that's not a good thing."

[coquettish_trees]

Her eyebrows raise.

"I grant that being overwhelmed by the truth of ones own heart can be... detrimental." Wry self-awareness seeps into Alexandrie's voice, her mind making quick unbidden tally of the myriad of times she had been so overcome. The fallout. "But I think it perhaps equally blinding to attempt to set that truth wholly aside in the pursuit of an impartiality that I do not believe may truly be had."

She pauses for a moment before asking: "The young man whose life you chose to preserve. Would you have done so, did you know less of him?"

[rathercommon]

Kitty answers that with a scoff. "I'd probably have been less likely to do it if I'd known more about him." Which isn't true, and she knows it's not true, and she expect Lexie knows it's not true. So she huffs a sigh, and amends herself - "Doing that wasn't about him. Not really. It was about - me, and what was right. All I knew about him was that my mum and dad would have cut off their own little fingers for the opportunity to claim him as their son in my place. And that he was power-hungry. And a liar."

She slumps down a little in her chair. "I know Benedict better than I ever knew Mandrake. At least back there."

[coquettish_trees]

She does know, and knows Kitty knows, and thus there's no need to touch on it.

"So. Knowing what you do, what do you think right? For yourself and your sense of such things, not him."