Her tone is wry, but, understanding: "You're used to very different cities. It's not that..."
She exhales, hands at her sides, a little one-shouldered shrug. As though she wouldn't react like that if they were in London, or Bristol, or Cardiff. It's not the city; it's her. "It's not that I'm cavalier about the idea of violence; just the opposite." Hard to be, when you internalize every death you witness, feeling it the way other people feel the wind. But at the same time, she always seeks out violent people while trying not to commit it herself. "And maybe I should be more afraid with you, I don't know. But I'm not. I've lived my whole life with the so-called supernatural from day one, and--I don't know, I'm just really glad you went to Gutters."
'With you,' not 'of you.'
There's an uncertain moment, and then she gives him a tiny nudge on her way to moving along the sidewalk again.
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She exhales, hands at her sides, a little one-shouldered shrug. As though she wouldn't react like that if they were in London, or Bristol, or Cardiff. It's not the city; it's her. "It's not that I'm cavalier about the idea of violence; just the opposite." Hard to be, when you internalize every death you witness, feeling it the way other people feel the wind. But at the same time, she always seeks out violent people while trying not to commit it herself. "And maybe I should be more afraid with you, I don't know. But I'm not. I've lived my whole life with the so-called supernatural from day one, and--I don't know, I'm just really glad you went to Gutters."
'With you,' not 'of you.'
There's an uncertain moment, and then she gives him a tiny nudge on her way to moving along the sidewalk again.