[Gobbet scratches the back of her head furiously before letting her hand drop in defeat. Her eyes fix on the fire, a nice neutral place to stare, if a bit bright in the encroaching darkness of Mu's seemingly perpetual night.]
[What she just saw, as she understands it, was a man who was ready and willing to kill Tim. That man was not going to reconsider. He had made up his mind. There was not going to be a q&a sit down in which Tim could reason with him. If that was a not a "him or you" scenario, she had no idea what was.]
no subject
[Gobbet scratches the back of her head furiously before letting her hand drop in defeat. Her eyes fix on the fire, a nice neutral place to stare, if a bit bright in the encroaching darkness of Mu's seemingly perpetual night.]
[What she just saw, as she understands it, was a man who was ready and willing to kill Tim. That man was not going to reconsider. He had made up his mind. There was not going to be a q&a sit down in which Tim could reason with him. If that was a not a "him or you" scenario, she had no idea what was.]
Does your life mean a damn thing to you?