[With their conversation in mind, Beatrix can almost pretend that she isn't being led around all over the place and playing the part of a lady in a dance. Or in whatever theatrical nightmare she's currently existing in. One thing to be watching theatre. Quite another to be playing a role—even as an extra. She notes to leave this kind of thing, in the future, to the professionals.
She isn't very good at acting. At least, not in the way she thinks she is.
Alexandria's general feels a great deal of annoyance at his input. There's plenty of harm in it, really. Suppose she ever got accustomed to being more open and actually amicable? Supposed people came to believe that she is likeable to some degree? Going back to Alexandria undoes all of that. Because it has to. That's the way it has to be.
She scowls. As if you understand. As if you ever could. Presumptuous of her, but all the same entirely too much like her.]
I believe I experience plenty here. [Beatrix finally manages to argue post the pursing of her lips.] Plenty of things I would otherwise be very content not to. The noctaere, for one. Things like— [She lifts a hand from him very briefly, only long enough to gesture around them, before it settles back to him.] —this, for another. The whole concept of just being here is experience enough, I should think. I do not belong in a place like this one. I belong where I am of the most value, because you know, you are right. I am not much of a knight, of a general here, without Her Majesty or Her Highness here.
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She isn't very good at acting. At least, not in the way she thinks she is.
Alexandria's general feels a great deal of annoyance at his input. There's plenty of harm in it, really. Suppose she ever got accustomed to being more open and actually amicable? Supposed people came to believe that she is likeable to some degree? Going back to Alexandria undoes all of that. Because it has to. That's the way it has to be.
She scowls. As if you understand. As if you ever could. Presumptuous of her, but all the same entirely too much like her.]
I believe I experience plenty here. [Beatrix finally manages to argue post the pursing of her lips.] Plenty of things I would otherwise be very content not to. The noctaere, for one. Things like— [She lifts a hand from him very briefly, only long enough to gesture around them, before it settles back to him.] —this, for another. The whole concept of just being here is experience enough, I should think. I do not belong in a place like this one. I belong where I am of the most value, because you know, you are right. I am not much of a knight, of a general here, without Her Majesty or Her Highness here.
[And it's just about killing her.]