That was something she hadn't heard before. Tilting her head, she regarded the woman for a long moment. Could someone really be so idealistic? Specially after everything they had been through. "From my experience, it's not so often fear of understanding, but a defiant refusal to even consider taking a step outside the box of their own perception." She sighed quietly for a moment. "I'm sorry. My cynicism is showing." There was a mental furrowing of her brows. Since when had she cared enough to become cynical?
Nova leaned her head back against the couch, staring at the ceiling for a moment before running a hand through her hair. She really needed to find a tie for that. You'd figure with all the clothes some people had brought back, that someone would have thought to get a hair tie. When Inara talked about the city, she perked up. "The City? Yes, I've been there. There are various historical structures. Many from Old Earth, but many I don't recognise either. Alien structures most probably. It's a sight to see, definitely. There's a sort of calm there. Amidst the empty buildings. I'm not sure how to describe it." For someone who'd spent her whole life with the constant buzzing of voices in her head, the huge expanse of City was a sanctuary of silence.
Nova had dealt with a myriad of people in her life. Gotten close to them, learned everything about them. And she could hear people's thoughts. As far as she was concerned, there was nothing but greed, malice, and selfishness in their hearts. Like the businessman who'd offered her money not to kill him, but didn't care what would happen to his wife and daughters. Like the drug lord who'd been about to rape her mercilessly, thinking she was a helpless girl rather than a government assassin. Like the battleship captain who was selling information to the rebels so he could uphold his plush lifestyle. Selfish. Greedy. False people. She couldn't help but hate them sometimes. "Striving and stepping on people to get what you want are two different things. Of all the people I've met, not one has proved different. Maybe times of war bring out the worst in us all, but that means it was in us to begin with, wasn't it?"
There was a heavy silence for a moment, before she laughed sharply, shaking her head. "Listen to me, talking like a jaded war veteran. I'm sorry. This is terrible conversation." She looked down, demurely smoothing her dress. Why was she talking so much? Where was this coming from? She was meant to be information gathering. Why was this woman, this place, making her feel so at ease? Why was she letting her guard down so easily? A frown flitted across her features before she could catch it, but she quickly willed it away, looking back up at her host, eyes smiling.
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Nova leaned her head back against the couch, staring at the ceiling for a moment before running a hand through her hair. She really needed to find a tie for that. You'd figure with all the clothes some people had brought back, that someone would have thought to get a hair tie. When Inara talked about the city, she perked up. "The City? Yes, I've been there. There are various historical structures. Many from Old Earth, but many I don't recognise either. Alien structures most probably. It's a sight to see, definitely. There's a sort of calm there. Amidst the empty buildings. I'm not sure how to describe it." For someone who'd spent her whole life with the constant buzzing of voices in her head, the huge expanse of City was a sanctuary of silence.
Nova had dealt with a myriad of people in her life. Gotten close to them, learned everything about them. And she could hear people's thoughts. As far as she was concerned, there was nothing but greed, malice, and selfishness in their hearts. Like the businessman who'd offered her money not to kill him, but didn't care what would happen to his wife and daughters. Like the drug lord who'd been about to rape her mercilessly, thinking she was a helpless girl rather than a government assassin. Like the battleship captain who was selling information to the rebels so he could uphold his plush lifestyle. Selfish. Greedy. False people. She couldn't help but hate them sometimes. "Striving and stepping on people to get what you want are two different things. Of all the people I've met, not one has proved different. Maybe times of war bring out the worst in us all, but that means it was in us to begin with, wasn't it?"
There was a heavy silence for a moment, before she laughed sharply, shaking her head. "Listen to me, talking like a jaded war veteran. I'm sorry. This is terrible conversation." She looked down, demurely smoothing her dress. Why was she talking so much? Where was this coming from? She was meant to be information gathering. Why was this woman, this place, making her feel so at ease? Why was she letting her guard down so easily? A frown flitted across her features before she could catch it, but she quickly willed it away, looking back up at her host, eyes smiling.
She would need to be more careful.