This is not an area of her life that Rosita has any doubt about these days; it helps that they're years removed from the last time her community had to actively go to war, helps that she's learned that she can set it down when she doesn't need it and pick it up when she does. She doesn't crave it. She doesn't leap to killing as a way to solve every problem. She can still work as part of the right group.
The moment his hand moves towards her she's watching it, first just her eyes ticking up automatically, then a faint furrow of her brow as she registers there's a note of something more in his voice, something pained as she works out what he's doing. In the end she leaves her hand right where it is, and looks up to meet his eyes.
"It does. Sometimes I look at someone I'm thinking about going through - one of those guards in the pit, for example - and I think, are you worth being number forty-four? Mostly the answer is no." She presses her lips together, taps her fingertip gently against his knuckle. "The number was thirty-nine before we went into the pit. So sometimes the answer is yes."
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Date: 2022-11-01 11:48 pm (UTC)The moment his hand moves towards her she's watching it, first just her eyes ticking up automatically, then a faint furrow of her brow as she registers there's a note of something more in his voice, something pained as she works out what he's doing. In the end she leaves her hand right where it is, and looks up to meet his eyes.
"It does. Sometimes I look at someone I'm thinking about going through - one of those guards in the pit, for example - and I think, are you worth being number forty-four? Mostly the answer is no." She presses her lips together, taps her fingertip gently against his knuckle. "The number was thirty-nine before we went into the pit. So sometimes the answer is yes."