Will it still happen here? He wonders. He's certain Cassandra would have tried to prevent it, for the others if not for herself, but that doesn't mean that they shouldn't be putting the full force of their attention upon it. Rex grabs another item of clothing, methodically folding it, controlled.
He's always been very, very good at control. He's not sure what it says about this place that that sense of control has quickly been unraveling. This isn't the right place. This isn't the right time. ]
The way you spoke of it, your -- condition. I didn't know how short a time you've been the way you are. [ She had always made it seem like something she had coped with forever, an old annoyance, something she was well used to. Not a young woman suddenly thrust into something she didn't expect and didn't want, torn asunder for nothing. Then, quieter, almost muttered: ] You should have told me.
[ Cassandra isn't comfortable with how close he feels to her. Fine. But they're friends, aren't they? Allies, in some strange way? This isn't the sort of thing you keep to yourself, not when it's following you here, not when he could have been working these past six months on some sort of solution. He stiffens his jaw, the set of his shoulders rigid with unexpressed emotion. ]
Why didn't you -- did you just think we all knew? All this time? That we knew, and wouldn't be working with you for some sort of solution, asking you questions?
[ That almost offends him more than not being told in the first place. She knows him by now. How could she think that he'd know and simply cast it aside? ]
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Will it still happen here? He wonders. He's certain Cassandra would have tried to prevent it, for the others if not for herself, but that doesn't mean that they shouldn't be putting the full force of their attention upon it. Rex grabs another item of clothing, methodically folding it, controlled.
He's always been very, very good at control. He's not sure what it says about this place that that sense of control has quickly been unraveling. This isn't the right place. This isn't the right time. ]
The way you spoke of it, your -- condition. I didn't know how short a time you've been the way you are. [ She had always made it seem like something she had coped with forever, an old annoyance, something she was well used to. Not a young woman suddenly thrust into something she didn't expect and didn't want, torn asunder for nothing. Then, quieter, almost muttered: ] You should have told me.
[ Cassandra isn't comfortable with how close he feels to her. Fine. But they're friends, aren't they? Allies, in some strange way? This isn't the sort of thing you keep to yourself, not when it's following you here, not when he could have been working these past six months on some sort of solution. He stiffens his jaw, the set of his shoulders rigid with unexpressed emotion. ]
Why didn't you -- did you just think we all knew? All this time? That we knew, and wouldn't be working with you for some sort of solution, asking you questions?
[ That almost offends him more than not being told in the first place. She knows him by now. How could she think that he'd know and simply cast it aside? ]