There's a silence on the other end, such that one almost could be forgiven for thinking that she left. But finally, a breath.
"If I cannot mend this breach in my defenses, then who knows what the next command will be? If I cannot resist the order to be still, what if the next one is to turn my power upon you all? I have fought too hard to master myself, and if in a word he can take it away? Then that is a problem I need to fix."
She's glad he cannot see her face. Communication like this, she can infuse her voice with irritation, fall back to the familiar comforts of drowning out fear with opposition.
Wretched thing. You failed then. You failed at the theatre. Do better.
"I need to fix it, or else be a liability to you all."
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"If I cannot mend this breach in my defenses, then who knows what the next command will be? If I cannot resist the order to be still, what if the next one is to turn my power upon you all? I have fought too hard to master myself, and if in a word he can take it away? Then that is a problem I need to fix."
She's glad he cannot see her face. Communication like this, she can infuse her voice with irritation, fall back to the familiar comforts of drowning out fear with opposition.
Wretched thing. You failed then. You failed at the theatre. Do better.
"I need to fix it, or else be a liability to you all."