Post by Itami on Jul 12, 2006 0:31:58 GMT -5
::Itami's expression remained completely calm as Neron whirled him around and continued to shout at him. Why did it matter what had happened in the room between him and the girl? It wouldn't help him to retrieve her any faster. He almost wanted to laugh at the man's misdirected anger.... If it weren't so annoying, of course::
"First, I'd like you to answer a question of mine." ::He looked directly down into Neron's eyes, the difference in height not lost on him:: "You brought the little flower to me to be broken, did you not? You left that task entirely up to me. Yes?"
::Not really waiting for any response, Itami paused long enough to set his knife down on the table behind him, then turned back around. He was still smiling:: "Then why do you question my methods? If she had truly deserved to be broken, to become a slave, then that's what she would be at this moment. However, she was able to prove that her fate is not yet so grim.... And hence, she left." ::He allowed Neron a moment to think this over, curious as to whether or not the man would even understand. Most, he'd found, simply considered him a lunatic, a madman whose logic few could comprehend. Not that he cared, of course::
::Glancing down at the spot where Neron's hand had rested on his shoulder, he noted with little surprise the cut Saber's blade had left behind. Blood seeped gently from the wound, soaking the ripped fabric of his shirt. That was quite a nasty rip, too.... With an exasperated sigh, he lowered his gaze back to Neron's and smiled:: "I don't suppose you're any good at sewing? I'm quite fond of this shirt."
"First, I'd like you to answer a question of mine." ::He looked directly down into Neron's eyes, the difference in height not lost on him:: "You brought the little flower to me to be broken, did you not? You left that task entirely up to me. Yes?"
::Not really waiting for any response, Itami paused long enough to set his knife down on the table behind him, then turned back around. He was still smiling:: "Then why do you question my methods? If she had truly deserved to be broken, to become a slave, then that's what she would be at this moment. However, she was able to prove that her fate is not yet so grim.... And hence, she left." ::He allowed Neron a moment to think this over, curious as to whether or not the man would even understand. Most, he'd found, simply considered him a lunatic, a madman whose logic few could comprehend. Not that he cared, of course::
::Glancing down at the spot where Neron's hand had rested on his shoulder, he noted with little surprise the cut Saber's blade had left behind. Blood seeped gently from the wound, soaking the ripped fabric of his shirt. That was quite a nasty rip, too.... With an exasperated sigh, he lowered his gaze back to Neron's and smiled:: "I don't suppose you're any good at sewing? I'm quite fond of this shirt."
