“How you manage your patients and your infirmary is your responsibility and affair,” she says, at length, “so I’m not saying this with any expectation that you’re going to change course on how you intend to manage this one. And we don’t have to dissect it, beyond this, but I want to have said, setting aside everything else and taking as read that amputation is going to happen, period,”
working her jaw for a moment, measuring out the effort she’d made to really think about what bothered her, and what she wants to say about it, and how hard she’s trying to err on clarity and not unkindness. It’s so easy to list into and also fuck you but in French this time. She’s being purposeful.
“I think you should be honest with yourself and Tavane that the only people being protected by lying to the rest of our company is the two of you. de Fonce presented an actual researched argument for it nailed to a—” fucking, she doesn’t say, the deliberateness a different quality to her crisp coldness, a conscious effort not to sound more hostile when she doesn’t usually care to worry about how she’s interpreted, “—door and couldn’t persuade anyone else to follow through. It’s a breathtaking lack of respect toward and lack of faith in every person here who has already had to wrestle, or choose not to wrestle, with that decision for themselves. And it’s irresponsible as all hell to do that unnecessarily. If, after inevitably it comes out that you lied, every other rifter here rips their arm off, then fine, they deserve the insult and you’re right and I’ll apologise for it. Otherwise,”
she rises, gathering her shawl around her shoulders folding her wings down beneath it,
“I’m sorry for the way I behaved the other morning,” the delivery, not the opinions, “and I’m going to make you some tea. If you want to have a fight about it when I get back, fine. If you don’t, I’ve said what I wanted to say and you’re going to do what you feel is right and necessary and we have the rest of the day.”
(She definitely rehearsed at least half of that in the carriage on the way back; there was definitely a longer version with much ruder editorial remarks and assumptions.)
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“How you manage your patients and your infirmary is your responsibility and affair,” she says, at length, “so I’m not saying this with any expectation that you’re going to change course on how you intend to manage this one. And we don’t have to dissect it, beyond this, but I want to have said, setting aside everything else and taking as read that amputation is going to happen, period,”
working her jaw for a moment, measuring out the effort she’d made to really think about what bothered her, and what she wants to say about it, and how hard she’s trying to err on clarity and not unkindness. It’s so easy to list into and also fuck you but in French this time. She’s being purposeful.
“I think you should be honest with yourself and Tavane that the only people being protected by lying to the rest of our company is the two of you. de Fonce presented an actual researched argument for it nailed to a—” fucking, she doesn’t say, the deliberateness a different quality to her crisp coldness, a conscious effort not to sound more hostile when she doesn’t usually care to worry about how she’s interpreted, “—door and couldn’t persuade anyone else to follow through. It’s a breathtaking lack of respect toward and lack of faith in every person here who has already had to wrestle, or choose not to wrestle, with that decision for themselves. And it’s irresponsible as all hell to do that unnecessarily. If, after inevitably it comes out that you lied, every other rifter here rips their arm off, then fine, they deserve the insult and you’re right and I’ll apologise for it. Otherwise,”
she rises, gathering her shawl around her shoulders folding her wings down beneath it,
“I’m sorry for the way I behaved the other morning,” the delivery, not the opinions, “and I’m going to make you some tea. If you want to have a fight about it when I get back, fine. If you don’t, I’ve said what I wanted to say and you’re going to do what you feel is right and necessary and we have the rest of the day.”
(She definitely rehearsed at least half of that in the carriage on the way back; there was definitely a longer version with much ruder editorial remarks and assumptions.)