"...Wesley?" she says his name in an incredulous tone, unable to even use the fond shortened version that she normally would have.
"Can you maybe react a little better to this? You asked, you wanted to know, I knew it wasn't a good idea because this? This is exactly what I was afraid of."
She sounds more than a little angry right now, mostly because she's scared of his reaction.
"What was I supposed to do? Can you tell me that? I was trapped here for months, I couldn't leave, I couldn't go back home even if Bar would let me out, and I'm trapped here with a freakish blue version of me who knows my every thought and who occasionally sees fit to yell at me for endangering her future body. So someone nice and mostly normal comes along and offers to let me look at books. Just BOOKS, not demon specimens or robot ninjas or ghost vampires or evil puppets! What else was I supposed to do?"
She sounds very near to tears by the end of her long tirade.
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Date: 2006-01-03 09:58 am (UTC)"Can you maybe react a little better to this? You asked, you wanted to know, I knew it wasn't a good idea because this? This is exactly what I was afraid of."
She sounds more than a little angry right now, mostly because she's scared of his reaction.
"What was I supposed to do? Can you tell me that? I was trapped here for months, I couldn't leave, I couldn't go back home even if Bar would let me out, and I'm trapped here with a freakish blue version of me who knows my every thought and who occasionally sees fit to yell at me for endangering her future body. So someone nice and mostly normal comes along and offers to let me look at books. Just BOOKS, not demon specimens or robot ninjas or ghost vampires or evil puppets! What else was I supposed to do?"
She sounds very near to tears by the end of her long tirade.