Alain flinched a little, rubbing his temple with the heel of his hand. Roland had reappeared from the kitchen, and Bert from outside, to stare at the book; the latter had his hand on his gun and his eyes narrowed. Alain shook his head, just a little, glancing at his friend, and Bert let his hand drop, although he looked no less suspicious.
"Then why are you still following me, and not her?" Alain sounded curious, not accusing. "She may have died, but she clearly isn't dead. She's sitting right there." Then, to Nariko, "Cry pardon. That was a little blunt." Back to the book again: "In any case, could you not have given us more help by shielding Gilead, or giving us an escape route others could take as well?"
Although his voice and expression were still fairly placid, there was a bitter edge to both. Just because he had already done his crying, that didn't mean he wasn't still grieving - and just because he wasn't punching people or cutting them up verbally, didn't mean he wasn't angry.
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Date: 2015-03-29 06:30 am (UTC)"Then why are you still following me, and not her?" Alain sounded curious, not accusing. "She may have died, but she clearly isn't dead. She's sitting right there." Then, to Nariko, "Cry pardon. That was a little blunt." Back to the book again: "In any case, could you not have given us more help by shielding Gilead, or giving us an escape route others could take as well?"
Although his voice and expression were still fairly placid, there was a bitter edge to both. Just because he had already done his crying, that didn't mean he wasn't still grieving - and just because he wasn't punching people or cutting them up verbally, didn't mean he wasn't angry.