[her lips press together into a thin line and her eyes flash with something, a promise of there being far more to her than what you see at first glance; her voice comes out tight sounding]
I was born before America became a country. Please don't call me that.
[and moving on because at least he's agreeing to help. that's something.]
What will it take to stop her? [stop. not kill. if there's another way, she'll listen, but she's not making any promises.]
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Date: 2014-05-21 04:45 am (UTC)I was born before America became a country. Please don't call me that.
[and moving on because at least he's agreeing to help. that's something.]
What will it take to stop her? [stop. not kill. if there's another way, she'll listen, but she's not making any promises.]