( margaux's shrug is elegant, eloquent; who's surprised? who hasn't failed city elves, that's a short fucking list. )
No.
( it feels like they did, but - this isn't the first time margaux has grappled with this subject, just the first time she's been confronted with how much it had mattered to her. )
We told ourselves stories to feel hope, but you are not stories. You are only strangers. When all of you talked to me, today...
( her lips press together for a moment; she shakes her head, takes the time to try and explain - to hope that pel is as willing to hear it as she seems. )
You don't talk to me like elf speaking to elf. You talk to me like I am a thing made by shems, like I've had that boot on my neck so long I only know what they say to me to know. It isn't what an elf is, to me.
no subject
No.
( it feels like they did, but - this isn't the first time margaux has grappled with this subject, just the first time she's been confronted with how much it had mattered to her. )
We told ourselves stories to feel hope, but you are not stories. You are only strangers. When all of you talked to me, today...
( her lips press together for a moment; she shakes her head, takes the time to try and explain - to hope that pel is as willing to hear it as she seems. )
You don't talk to me like elf speaking to elf. You talk to me like I am a thing made by shems, like I've had that boot on my neck so long I only know what they say to me to know. It isn't what an elf is, to me.