I'm not such a good person as that. If it was you, I wouldn't look the other way either. I'd insist you let me help you get away clean. If it was you, if it was Vira, if it was Sheila. . .
[She could name more, but she trails off, a little embarrassed.]
Obviously the same, but I think you'd also trust we had good enough reason to do it. I think that's the difference. It's not a good person debate, it's what you can live with.
I. . . don't know whether I'd care if the reason was good, but I would trust that none of you would ask if it wasn't important.
[So, agreed. That's the crux of it - Misa wanted her reassurance, without caring what it cost her. What pain it could potentially cause her. And it has caused her pain.]
I can't call it cruelty. That would require intention. She's. . . nothing more than a broken little girl. [This feels like a really harsh way to put it.] She has nothing and no one and has decided to cling to the only form of love she knows by whatever drastic means she can.
I. . . refuse to be viewed as capable of being injured by someone so pathetic. [Unless, of course, that description also describes her exactly.]
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[She could name more, but she trails off, a little embarrassed.]
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Obviously the same, but I think you'd also trust we had good enough reason to do it. I think that's the difference. It's not a good person debate, it's what you can live with.
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[So, agreed. That's the crux of it - Misa wanted her reassurance, without caring what it cost her. What pain it could potentially cause her. And it has caused her pain.]
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She was cruel to put this at your feet. It's a cruel thing to ask anyone.
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clapping her on the cheeks]
I'd be less nice about it if I could.
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Fair enough. [She wants to get mad at him for bopping her face like a cat, but she cannot.] I never know what to say when you say that sort of thing.
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[not helping.]
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[She sighs, effects a little bit of a pout.]
I can't call it cruelty. That would require intention. She's. . . nothing more than a broken little girl. [This feels like a really harsh way to put it.] She has nothing and no one and has decided to cling to the only form of love she knows by whatever drastic means she can.
I. . . refuse to be viewed as capable of being injured by someone so pathetic. [Unless, of course, that description also describes her exactly.]