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[elegiaque]

( the tranquil do not innovate, she supposes, but it's the reasoning that makes her contemplative. hope is an emotion, isn't it? and hope is what she's describing, when she unravels it backwards through his answer.

pragmatism. )

No. ( an answer, a verbal shrug, a pause said aloud while she thinks of something else. )

Earlier, you said to Adalia that you weren't offended but you didn't say whether or not you could be. Is it—

( a hesitation. she's thinking her way through something. )

You're not an idiot. If something offensive doesn't rely on personal contexts you aren't privy to, you can recognise when someone is behaving offensively to you.

[aestivation]

I haven't forgotten manners, [ implied (to someone listening — and isn't this a rarity?) that others do ] Though matters are different here. It's required adjustment.

One may justify a great deal upon feeling. Glass becomes a mirror. If you won't take it amiss, I'd not speak of that widely.

[elegiaque]

( mm. yes. )

Your secret's safe with me. ( since apparently no one else is looking for it. after a moment; )

There's a saying about how you should measure a person not by how they treat their equals, but by how they treat their inferiors, I'm sure you've heard it. Someone once said to me that's good enough, so far as it goes, but that it misses the forest for the trees if it doesn't examine how that person chooses their inferiors.

( this is just an interesting conversation they are having, about interesting things. is all.

she exhales. )

[aestivation]

And who are yours?

[ an impolite question, but they've already dispensed with courtesy ]

[elegiaque]

Most people.

( honestly. )