"Is this separate from or in addition to the favor I'm doing right now by allowing you to stand here and insult me?"
It doesn't have the tenor of a metaphorical question, but it must be one. He doesn't give her much time to answer.
"Don't imagine me unsympathetic to your position. I realize that, to a Rifter, this place is little more than an inconvenient diversion from the what you probably believe your life should be. But it would be a mistake to believe that anyone here feels otherwise. So when we all have the luxury of doing what we find most convenient, by all means. I'll happily insulate you from whoever it is you dislike. Until then, you and myself and everyone else in this tower will do what's been deemed necessary."
"Am I supposed to stand here and listen to you condescend to me without-" Abby starts, and then she makes herself stop mid-retort.
Her heart is beating crazy hard. She's so angry her eyes have gone glassy, molten hot, and she wants to punch Flint, haul back and sink her knuckles into his jaw. Cuz that's how she solves problems right, just hits them until they go away.
But what happened to her was not his fault. He had nothing to do with it. Bar that, if she's going to snap and deck somebody for fucking her off it should not be her commanding officer.
She sucks in a breath like she's coming up for air.
"Forget it," she says lowly, strung out. She hates that it feels like she's had this conversation before. She can almost see Gwenaëlle's eyes boring into hers. She grits out, "Sorry to bother you," and instantly contradicts that by turning to leave, and slamming the door shut behind her.
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It doesn't have the tenor of a metaphorical question, but it must be one. He doesn't give her much time to answer.
"Don't imagine me unsympathetic to your position. I realize that, to a Rifter, this place is little more than an inconvenient diversion from the what you probably believe your life should be. But it would be a mistake to believe that anyone here feels otherwise. So when we all have the luxury of doing what we find most convenient, by all means. I'll happily insulate you from whoever it is you dislike. Until then, you and myself and everyone else in this tower will do what's been deemed necessary."
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Her heart is beating crazy hard. She's so angry her eyes have gone glassy, molten hot, and she wants to punch Flint, haul back and sink her knuckles into his jaw. Cuz that's how she solves problems right, just hits them until they go away.
But what happened to her was not his fault. He had nothing to do with it. Bar that, if she's going to snap and deck somebody for fucking her off it should not be her commanding officer.
She sucks in a breath like she's coming up for air.
"Forget it," she says lowly, strung out. She hates that it feels like she's had this conversation before. She can almost see Gwenaëlle's eyes boring into hers. She grits out, "Sorry to bother you," and instantly contradicts that by turning to leave, and slamming the door shut behind her.