Ears twitching, Q'uila shoots Tidus the flattest look she can manage in order to convay to its fullest extent:
Can you see the absolute bullshit I have to deal with?
Squiring her shoulders, she turns that expression on Zenos and matches his disgust with absolute neutrality, a far cry from the emotion as she needled him with in their cabin.
"I really rather think you are speaking far outside your realm of expertise when it comes to what I know of Ascians, and if this Ascian in particular. Now, if your Elidibus were here then I would have quite frankly buggered off and left you to it and gone and done something far more fulfilling elsewhere. But once again, this is not your Elidibus. This Elidibus was killed, just like I killed my world's Elidibus because that is my job." She sighs, "The moment he departs the train he goes back to being dead, there is no point to what you do except to satisfy some sort of selfish need."
"Tell me, how does this help the people of Garlemald? If I were you, instead of wasting time extracting a pound of flesh from a being completely detached from reality, I would be gathering information, resources, anything I could to make the lot of my people better once I inevitably leave. If that is not what you seek, well," She shrugs, "That tells me that you might be closer to the rabid dog I have to deal with in my world than I had assumed."
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Can you see the absolute bullshit I have to deal with?
Squiring her shoulders, she turns that expression on Zenos and matches his disgust with absolute neutrality, a far cry from the emotion as she needled him with in their cabin.
"I really rather think you are speaking far outside your realm of expertise when it comes to what I know of Ascians, and if this Ascian in particular. Now, if your Elidibus were here then I would have quite frankly buggered off and left you to it and gone and done something far more fulfilling elsewhere. But once again, this is not your Elidibus. This Elidibus was killed, just like I killed my world's Elidibus because that is my job." She sighs, "The moment he departs the train he goes back to being dead, there is no point to what you do except to satisfy some sort of selfish need."
"Tell me, how does this help the people of Garlemald? If I were you, instead of wasting time extracting a pound of flesh from a being completely detached from reality, I would be gathering information, resources, anything I could to make the lot of my people better once I inevitably leave. If that is not what you seek, well," She shrugs, "That tells me that you might be closer to the rabid dog I have to deal with in my world than I had assumed."