[Not for long since she's also going back to be dead but since neither knows this Fenimore stays quiet for a moment. She doesn't really know what to say to that last comment. If that kind of behaviour prompted expulsion from the human race, she personally thinks that would leave a sizeable fraction at a loss. But, while that fraction has decreased from its original 100% to somewhere around a half to a notably smaller fraction over her time in Luceti, it's not exactly tactful to mention in this case. Especially since the anger on her behalf is relieving -- for a case like this, it's certainly not surprising for a friend like Sokka would be, but that strong of a reaction to the speciesism isn't something she will not let herself expect from an Orerines. And, anyway, maybe she would respond the same way if their situations were reversed -- not that she expects that kind of behaviour from a Ferines.
But, relief or not, it's not enough to dispell the entirity of the anger on its own. Her voice is no longer expressing rage, but there is still anger in the tone.] ...I don't want to hear anything like that again. Or.... [Here she stops. She hadn't noticed Sokka see her scars, distracted as she was at the time. As far as she knows, he might think she had only encountered mouthy jerks and heard about people dying -- bad as that might be. Does he really need to know what she went through? It might be nice to have him get angry for her, but it would be at his expense. Who would want to hear about that?
Besides, she preferred hiding it away and pretending it didn't exist. Even if it would never heal that way, it hurt less. So she shakes her head slightly and continues.]
The others don't think it could happen here. ["The people here aren't Orerines." She still doesn't believe Walter, even long after he's left. Humans are humans. A rose by any other name still has its thorns.] But I'm not going to take that chance. ...That's why I care.
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Not for long since she's also going back to be dead but since neither knows thisFenimore stays quiet for a moment. She doesn't really know what to say to that last comment. If that kind of behaviour prompted expulsion from the human race, she personally thinks that would leave a sizeable fraction at a loss. But, while that fraction has decreased from its original 100% to somewhere around a half to a notably smaller fraction over her time in Luceti, it's not exactly tactful to mention in this case. Especially since the anger on her behalf is relieving -- for a case like this, it's certainly not surprising for a friend like Sokka would be, but that strong of a reaction to the speciesism isn't something she will not let herself expect from an Orerines. And, anyway, maybe she would respond the same way if their situations were reversed -- not that she expects that kind of behaviour from a Ferines.But, relief or not, it's not enough to dispell the entirity of the anger on its own. Her voice is no longer expressing rage, but there is still anger in the tone.] ...I don't want to hear anything like that again. Or.... [Here she stops. She hadn't noticed Sokka see her scars, distracted as she was at the time. As far as she knows, he might think she had only encountered mouthy jerks and heard about people dying -- bad as that might be. Does he really need to know what she went through? It might be nice to have him get angry for her, but it would be at his expense. Who would want to hear about that?
Besides, she preferred hiding it away and pretending it didn't exist. Even if it would never heal that way, it hurt less. So she shakes her head slightly and continues.]
The others don't think it could happen here. ["The people here aren't Orerines." She still doesn't believe Walter, even long after he's left. Humans are humans. A rose by any other name still has its thorns.] But I'm not going to take that chance. ...That's why I care.