six ➢ voice

[restoringhonor]

I'm not sure what's worse. Being a kid or being a ferret.

Or an old person.

... I'm not affected. How often do floods affect our ages, anyway?

[Private to Vanessa and Narvin, separately. Narvin's comes much later.]

I have your knives.

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[lifeafterhope.livejournal.com]

[Um, duh, you're a King...equivalent.] Why should you be?

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[restoringhonor]

I don't know why the Admiral chose me. But I'm not my father. [That is the opposite of what he wants to be. :|]

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[lifeafterhope.livejournal.com]

And your father wasn't his father. And I'm not mine. [BUT SHE WISHES SHE WERE.]

What's your point?

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[restoringhonor]

I'm not the person you've assumed I am.

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[lifeafterhope.livejournal.com]

You don't know what I assume. Or did the Admiral hold your hand on that too?

[Still glaring at him, she drops Narvin's knives deliberately to the floor and heads for the door, stopping for a moment to say:]

Don't talk about me to the Wardens. I'll hear about it and so will everyone else.

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[restoringhonor]

I understand. [So much concealed grump towards the person who told her. :\ Also you're free to leave if you want, you've handed over the knives and that's good enough for him.]