You don't get to make a joke about murdering my child and turning him into an urn into a teachable moment, you absolute fucking dipstick. This isn't a hand extended to me, this is an opportunity to make yourself feel better by making me look like the asshole.

❰ there's a lot adalia has learned to take with a bitten tongue and clenched fists. talk from templars, talk from thranduil, coupe — the idea that she needs to be told by any more people what she needs to do to earn respect is infuriating, but she might sit through it, if she thought that was what was really on offer.

isaac made a joke about killing her child, and expected her to sit and thank him for the opportunity to swallow the fear of it really happening. ❱

You have no idea what fears I have mastered. You don't know anything I've done. I've paid higher prices for more important things than you will ever understand — but it means nothing because I'm not from here, and no one's ever asked, so I've never tried to tell. But if you think all I am is an abrasive child who needs her hand held through how to earn respect — save your condescension, and your hands.

I've taken plenty of the hands extended to me here. Never yours.