Her lack of rancor invites the same on his part, keeps him calm. Helps him admit, equally calmly: [I would have captured you, used those of you who I could, and the soldiers would have taken the rest.] It is no more and no less than the truth.
And he wonders how easily she slips back and forth between speech and mind-speech. She wasn't like that the last time they met.
[I could tell him that, if you like.] Slight smile. He sighs. [Turn myself in. Throw myself upon the mercy of Atlantis.] That one word, mercy, is deeply laced with sarcasm.
On the plus side, if he does, they're probably more likely to just kill him now instead of pump drugs into his system.
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Date: 2007-11-19 09:13 pm (UTC)And he wonders how easily she slips back and forth between speech and mind-speech. She wasn't like that the last time they met.
[I could tell him that, if you like.] Slight smile. He sighs. [Turn myself in. Throw myself upon the mercy of Atlantis.] That one word, mercy, is deeply laced with sarcasm.
On the plus side, if he does, they're probably more likely to just kill him now instead of pump drugs into his system.