by channe » Wed Aug 14, 2013 7:10 am
"Oh, if he didn't want to insult me, he wouldn't have called me 'bella,'" she says. "It's funny, Mary. No matter how far you come in this world, no matter how you rise or what you do with your life, they're always gonna see you as... well, a dumbass farmgirl," she says, and her eyes are bright and angry. "Just know that. If you're okay with that, fine. But something tells me you're not. And maybe I was in some sort of ridiculous dream-world before, because now I find out, two days into this, that nobody was telling me anything at all and nobody intends to tell me anything at all. Well, you can tell the High Inquisitor that's not gonna fly. All of you inquisitors, and none of you thought, oh, shit, let's write the Defense decisionmaker about the fact that we think the Governor has fallen victim to foul play and that the Marshal is making daisy chains? Understand why that would make me just a little angry? I was just sittin' in the war room with my thumb up my arse, apparently, trying to defend a land that didn't want to give me the time of day. You know what I had in Razasan? I had --"
Darkness flickers over her face; she waves a hand and banishes it. "To answer your question." A pause, and then she extends her hand. "You wanna know why I'm here? Take my hand."