"What I want," he says, positively glacial. "Is to leave this room."
How does he know? Just who does she think she is exactly? What gives her the right to try to pin him to the floor over any of this? That she's unwittingly following in the footsteps of some future self or some alternate version saws at some raw nerve. How infuriating: people will almost without exception find ways of being intolerably cruel no matter what opportunities you give them not to be.
No, he doesn't want to hear about her fine little adventure in the Fade from which ahe'd returned unchanged and undeterred. No, he doesn't want to answer her questions.
"So unless you're more magician than you claim, I'd cool it with the badgering before I get irritated."
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How does he know? Just who does she think she is exactly? What gives her the right to try to pin him to the floor over any of this? That she's unwittingly following in the footsteps of some future self or some alternate version saws at some raw nerve. How infuriating: people will almost without exception find ways of being intolerably cruel no matter what opportunities you give them not to be.
No, he doesn't want to hear about her fine little adventure in the Fade from which ahe'd returned unchanged and undeterred. No, he doesn't want to answer her questions.
"So unless you're more magician than you claim, I'd cool it with the badgering before I get irritated."
He goes for the door.