She stops in her tracks for a moment, looking at him over her shoulder, before shaking her head slightly.
"Maybe I don't understand your world," she admits. "But you certainly don't understand mine."
She doesn't understand? She understands plenty, thank you. She's seen countless times the way humans can be cruel to each other, forget how they treat those they view as different. She still has nightmares that have her thrashing herself awake about what it was like to walk into Buchenwald, to see the horrors wrought therein.
"Don't patronize me."
Thankfully, her memory and sense of direction means she can find her way back to the inn on her own, which makes the way she turns on her heel and starts walking away less of a flounce and more of a dramatic exit.
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Date: 2021-08-24 03:32 am (UTC)"Maybe I don't understand your world," she admits. "But you certainly don't understand mine."
She doesn't understand? She understands plenty, thank you. She's seen countless times the way humans can be cruel to each other, forget how they treat those they view as different. She still has nightmares that have her thrashing herself awake about what it was like to walk into Buchenwald, to see the horrors wrought therein.
"Don't patronize me."
Thankfully, her memory and sense of direction means she can find her way back to the inn on her own, which makes the way she turns on her heel and starts walking away less of a flounce and more of a dramatic exit.