The revolver analogy is rather apt. Each successive hit from the argument drops Aradia's mood further, amusement shattered because she knows he has a point. She's painfully aware that her usual arguments barely hold up under fire, but explaining it risk dragging people into her mess and if it stays out of sight then it can't hurt anyone. And in any case, this is different because she's dead and he's not and he's being an absolute asshole--
Her temper flares and there's an immediate shriek from the lights, flickering static causing the younger ghost to bury her face in her hands because she will not flip her lid in Clara's shop. There's a line in the sand and that wouldn't so much be crossing it as nuking it from orbit.
He's doing this on purpose. He has to be, since he's got first-hand evidence of how bad her control is near anything fragile. She's half tempted to strangle him but-- no, temper, stop.
"Something definitely happened," and that at least is impossible to dispute. 'Happened' is such a cheerfully neutral word and events definitely happen all the time. "And I'm okay, but somebody decided to spend the last two days in a coma. Which is not the same thing because--" he just said she'd try to counter it, "--because I'm nowhere near that dumb."
Yeah, no. The light beside the door is the third casualty of this argument, shards of glass ringing like bells as they hit the ground, and she just. Fuck.
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Her temper flares and there's an immediate shriek from the lights, flickering static causing the younger ghost to bury her face in her hands because she will not flip her lid in Clara's shop. There's a line in the sand and that wouldn't so much be crossing it as nuking it from orbit.
He's doing this on purpose. He has to be, since he's got first-hand evidence of how bad her control is near anything fragile. She's half tempted to strangle him but-- no, temper, stop.
"Something definitely happened," and that at least is impossible to dispute. 'Happened' is such a cheerfully neutral word and events definitely happen all the time. "And I'm okay, but somebody decided to spend the last two days in a coma. Which is not the same thing because--" he just said she'd try to counter it, "--because I'm nowhere near that dumb."
Yeah, no. The light beside the door is the third casualty of this argument, shards of glass ringing like bells as they hit the ground, and she just. Fuck.