[ She wasn't expecting any kind of impassioned response, and it doesn't surprise her to not get one. Nor was she seeking to intimidate him with her storm — it's actually a sign of her emotions bubbling over, of her hard-earned stability slipping away. It's been at least two hundred years since she was so upset that she unintentionally caused a storm.
Her arms visibly shake from the force with which she's now clutching the table's edge, her nails leaving dents in the wood. She looks as coiled as her viper, as if she is only barely restraining herself from attacking him; she wants to tear him limb from limb. Her snake does lunge forward, a lightning fast strike that almost reaches Crane's face, but Julie tugs it back at the last second.
Neither she nor the snake are strong enough to independently kill Crane, but that doesn't mean they can't cause great harm with their poison. ]
If you want me to believe it's real, then you don't get to be an exception to the rule. [ Her voice is a constrained effort, the last vestiges of control she can muster. ] If what you say is true, then I'm not projectin', am I? You'll go down as much as anyone else, and worse 'cause you're the only one of us who spent however many centuries on this bullshit. That's just facts, doll.
[ She still has one hand on the viper, and the other gestures vaguely around his office. If it disappears, if it's undone, then what was it all for? ]
But if I'm just projectin', then there's nothin' to worry about. So which is it? Is the sky fallin' or not?
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Her arms visibly shake from the force with which she's now clutching the table's edge, her nails leaving dents in the wood. She looks as coiled as her viper, as if she is only barely restraining herself from attacking him; she wants to tear him limb from limb. Her snake does lunge forward, a lightning fast strike that almost reaches Crane's face, but Julie tugs it back at the last second.
Neither she nor the snake are strong enough to independently kill Crane, but that doesn't mean they can't cause great harm with their poison. ]
If you want me to believe it's real, then you don't get to be an exception to the rule. [ Her voice is a constrained effort, the last vestiges of control she can muster. ] If what you say is true, then I'm not projectin', am I? You'll go down as much as anyone else, and worse 'cause you're the only one of us who spent however many centuries on this bullshit. That's just facts, doll.
[ She still has one hand on the viper, and the other gestures vaguely around his office. If it disappears, if it's undone, then what was it all for? ]
But if I'm just projectin', then there's nothin' to worry about. So which is it? Is the sky fallin' or not?