[ She just can't help herself— the words come out with an edge, an indication of her offense at being demanded that. It's not really that she keeps any of it a secret— it's just that she can't believe he has the audacity to want to know, let alone ask her. Maybe it's the fact that he sounds so serious, too, that has her feeling even more defensive. ]
I thought you said it was my fault for being stupid enough to get caught by him? But now you want the full story?
[ Her arms cross loosely over her chest, and she leans back against her vanity, unwilling to sit down or relax anywhere despite being in her own space. She's still feeling like she has no idea what he's trying to get at, aside from the fact that he clearly is giving the conversation weighted consideration— a warning sign that she should absolutely not throw the metaphorical grenade at the ground and blow up this one attempt at being serious with her. But without a concrete understanding for his motive, she just assumes he's trying to learn about it to absolve himself of some of his own guilt, his own hang-ups about what Makina must have felt in those horrifying moments in that apartment. She looks him right in the eye as she speaks, a quiet, equally heavy challenge in her tone: ]
How about you give me one good reason why I should tell you.
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[ She just can't help herself— the words come out with an edge, an indication of her offense at being demanded that. It's not really that she keeps any of it a secret— it's just that she can't believe he has the audacity to want to know, let alone ask her. Maybe it's the fact that he sounds so serious, too, that has her feeling even more defensive. ]
I thought you said it was my fault for being stupid enough to get caught by him? But now you want the full story?
[ Her arms cross loosely over her chest, and she leans back against her vanity, unwilling to sit down or relax anywhere despite being in her own space. She's still feeling like she has no idea what he's trying to get at, aside from the fact that he clearly is giving the conversation weighted consideration— a warning sign that she should absolutely not throw the metaphorical grenade at the ground and blow up this one attempt at being serious with her. But without a concrete understanding for his motive, she just assumes he's trying to learn about it to absolve himself of some of his own guilt, his own hang-ups about what Makina must have felt in those horrifying moments in that apartment. She looks him right in the eye as she speaks, a quiet, equally heavy challenge in her tone: ]
How about you give me one good reason why I should tell you.