Without creating too much space between them Nariko allowed one of her arms free because otherwise she couldn't vaguely punch his good side. Then again it had no right to be called a punch, it was a vague tap with the smallest bit of force behind it. "Don't be a jerk. Caring for people isn't a duty, and doing my best to mind what my husband needs isn't a duty either." That was something else entirely and they both likely knew what. The last time she had said it things hadn't gone so well, Nariko was upset but she wasn't fucking stupid. That word was still off limits even if it was technically lingering around them.
"You didn't bring them to Gilead. They trusted me to deliver on something I'd preached for years, I didn't. You didn't lie to your grandmother, and promise to do whatever was necessary to make sure this line didn't end with me. That was me." Her family, in a sense, was absolutely nothing compared to Roland's, nothing compared to Eld, nothing to he or Bert or even Alain. But it was something to her. The Lunaes had survived this long because they kept away from the Affiliation, away from the White but never against it, either. It was her decision to try and push the two together that had ultimately lead to their death, and to whatever punishment waited back home. And there would be one. Roland just wasn't likely to be there to see it.
She couldn't take his decision to follow her and twist that. They'd gone over it before and there wasn't any use in rehashing it. And in just as many ways she also knew there was nothing to do about most all the things that pained her. She just needed to get it out of herself. "... I'm scared that Kaine won't come back with us." Her voice began to clear somewhat and the tension ebbed out of her muscles, she didn't lean on Roland so much as rest, now. The petting was doing its job. "And I can't make her, but I still don't like the idea."
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Date: 2015-03-20 06:26 am (UTC)"You didn't bring them to Gilead. They trusted me to deliver on something I'd preached for years, I didn't. You didn't lie to your grandmother, and promise to do whatever was necessary to make sure this line didn't end with me. That was me." Her family, in a sense, was absolutely nothing compared to Roland's, nothing compared to Eld, nothing to he or Bert or even Alain. But it was something to her. The Lunaes had survived this long because they kept away from the Affiliation, away from the White but never against it, either. It was her decision to try and push the two together that had ultimately lead to their death, and to whatever punishment waited back home. And there would be one. Roland just wasn't likely to be there to see it.
She couldn't take his decision to follow her and twist that. They'd gone over it before and there wasn't any use in rehashing it. And in just as many ways she also knew there was nothing to do about most all the things that pained her. She just needed to get it out of herself. "... I'm scared that Kaine won't come back with us." Her voice began to clear somewhat and the tension ebbed out of her muscles, she didn't lean on Roland so much as rest, now. The petting was doing its job. "And I can't make her, but I still don't like the idea."