[He's not wrong. Rosalind glances at her hand, grimacing as green light glints back up at her. Easy to think that she would rise to the top, and perhaps she would. Brilliance has a way of surviving, and she is no stranger to manipulation, but . . . it isn't a guarantee. There are so many stupid people out there, after all, and rarely do they listen to their captives. How long would she spend rotting in prison cell, or screaming at the hands of some sadist with a blade and red lyrium? And all for nothing.]
I suppose we shall see. Though your efforts seem to be paying off so far.
[Her fingers close, sealing away that light. It's as close to you're right and I have avoided thinking about the realities of this world as she'll get without further prompting.]
Would you care so much if you had a way out?
[Or would you leave as I plan to? It's a real question, for she's as foreign to morality as she is this world, and it helps to hear what others think.]
Only for you, I mean. If you had a doorway into another world . . . would you stay and fight, or flee?
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I suppose we shall see. Though your efforts seem to be paying off so far.
[Her fingers close, sealing away that light. It's as close to you're right and I have avoided thinking about the realities of this world as she'll get without further prompting.]
Would you care so much if you had a way out?
[Or would you leave as I plan to? It's a real question, for she's as foreign to morality as she is this world, and it helps to hear what others think.]
Only for you, I mean. If you had a doorway into another world . . . would you stay and fight, or flee?