[ Her cheeks burn at the repeated statement, annoyance flaring in time with her discomfort about this confrontation. Sylvain's not so concealed annoyance has her readying a snippy response; for all her airheaded posturing she remembers the roundabout conversation she had led him through in the Nether. After all, it hadn't been that long ago. Sylvain had made it clear he didn't want to talk about this with Claude, that they didn't talk about this sort of thing. Why that would mean he would want to talk to her is beyond her but what has become clear to her is that if she isn't here for whatever reason - whether that be by her own choosing, them asking her to leave or this world deciding it'd had enough of her - she can't leave knowing these two blockheads aren't speaking to one another about important topics.
Nevermind that there's some irony in there about her own reluctance to speak to important things which Sylvain is quick to point out. But she's already removed herself from this scenario in her mind. Instead of allowing herself to say something snarky she bites it back, burning holes into Dolores' visage across the way as Claude attempts levity. Clearly it doesn't work, but it does provide a momentary reprieve. It's enough to stifle her momentary annoyance and remind herself that their silly scheming had a purpose to it. That as uncomfortable as this might be for all of them, it would hopefully be for the better.
When she speaks again her voice is purposefully even, eyes flitting back towards Sylvain. ]
You keep saying that we wouldn't understand. What wouldn't we understand?
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Nevermind that there's some irony in there about her own reluctance to speak to important things which Sylvain is quick to point out. But she's already removed herself from this scenario in her mind. Instead of allowing herself to say something snarky she bites it back, burning holes into Dolores' visage across the way as Claude attempts levity. Clearly it doesn't work, but it does provide a momentary reprieve. It's enough to stifle her momentary annoyance and remind herself that their silly scheming had a purpose to it. That as uncomfortable as this might be for all of them, it would hopefully be for the better.
When she speaks again her voice is purposefully even, eyes flitting back towards Sylvain. ]
You keep saying that we wouldn't understand. What wouldn't we understand?