[Please. Her naming skills might be utter garbage but even she knows better than to name a dog Dog.
Her pace as she sets off is brisk, a woman on a mission, though her expression stays thoughtful as she turns Damian's words over in her mind. It's a valid question, though she finds it hard to fully explain her feelings on the matter. Her words come out slow, in stilted pieces rather than a single flowing statement.]
I don't like 'handling' another person. It feels—wrong. They were—are people, not mindless weapons to be used.
[A bit of hypocrisy that, given her own background in the military and the less-than legitimate experiments they'd also carried out. She shrugs one shoulder, a quick up-down.]
no subject
Her pace as she sets off is brisk, a woman on a mission, though her expression stays thoughtful as she turns Damian's words over in her mind. It's a valid question, though she finds it hard to fully explain her feelings on the matter. Her words come out slow, in stilted pieces rather than a single flowing statement.]
I don't like 'handling' another person. It feels—wrong. They were—are people, not mindless weapons to be used.
[A bit of hypocrisy that, given her own background in the military and the less-than legitimate experiments they'd also carried out. She shrugs one shoulder, a quick up-down.]
Some people find joy in that. I don't.