he doesn't miss the way her hands clench into fists at her sides even though his eyes are fixed onto her face; she's brilliant, one of the greatest minds he's ever had the privilege to get to know on any of his excursions, which is why something ugly and bitter settles in the pit of his stomach when he thinks about the danger that lies ahead. it isn't that he believes she can't take care of herself (her reputation among these circles most definitely precedes her enough to cement her capability even among the most stubborn of skeptics), but his self interests only seep so far into his consciousness before he has to pump the breaks. she's capable, yes, but he's overcome with the need to be a better man. if it means he has to lie to her to get her not to follow him, then so be it. β well, miss croft, it looks like we're at the end of the line. β
he speaks, hoping he comes off as cavalier as he wants to. β i respect your input, but really, i think we should be trying the other end of the island. since you disagree, i think this is where we're gonna have to go our separate ways. β
@excaliabur β‘'d.
