What's so funny!? Rita feels heat rising in her cheeks again, but she shakes her head and tries not to give him anything more to laugh about.
"I'm just here to get this treated," she huffs as she finishes applying the ointment, then sets the remaining mixture aside in a manner that's a little rougher than necessary. "But if you're asking why I bothered talking to you at all..." She stops, pursing her lips as she seems to try and think of how to word it.
"Obviously, I don't trust you. You might not be the deceiving sort, but you're an enemy, and despite our history, I don't know what the hell's going on in your head. I don't know if you're the same person I remember you being... or that I imagined you were." In the years she spent as his prisoner, they never exactly sat down and talked. To Rita, he was always a looming threat, a pair of eyes looking over her shoulder, a fiery fist that could cripple a dissenting mortal in one blow. A fearsome, but largely abstract, figure. "Basically, you're an unknown variable, and as a scholar, I can't easily ignore something like that."
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"I'm just here to get this treated," she huffs as she finishes applying the ointment, then sets the remaining mixture aside in a manner that's a little rougher than necessary. "But if you're asking why I bothered talking to you at all..." She stops, pursing her lips as she seems to try and think of how to word it.
"Obviously, I don't trust you. You might not be the deceiving sort, but you're an enemy, and despite our history, I don't know what the hell's going on in your head. I don't know if you're the same person I remember you being... or that I imagined you were." In the years she spent as his prisoner, they never exactly sat down and talked. To Rita, he was always a looming threat, a pair of eyes looking over her shoulder, a fiery fist that could cripple a dissenting mortal in one blow. A fearsome, but largely abstract, figure. "Basically, you're an unknown variable, and as a scholar, I can't easily ignore something like that."