"Trust me, there's been enough water to completely submerge all the metaphorical bridges," she replied somewhat wryly.
Vala had a hard time admitting to any emotional attachments, even to herself. They never did you any good, they just made things more complicated. She'd finally allowed herself to form real relationships, and genuinely care about other people and now look where it had landed her? If it hadn't been for Daniel being here, she'd already be planning her escape. Running. Like she always had. It didn't matter what was out there. But it was his words that tugged at her conscience. Words he hadn't even spoken yet.
'You've been running so long it's almost second nature to you. You don't remember it, but you made a decision to stop running. It's over. Now it's time to come home.'
That was the answer to your question, Daniel. Except when she did open her mouth to answer and faltered before she spoke, it didn't quite come out like that. In fact, nothing like it. It was definitely more irritated and a little condescending too.
"Well...it's all your fault! Besides, I've nothing better to do, and you're obviously not capable of looking after yourself."
Vala turned her attention to the Mummy behind her on the table to distract herself and make it look like she didn't really care either way. Was that something in its skinny decayed hand? She leaned over her shoulder to take a closer but apparently disinterested look.
"1997?!" Abruptly she straightened up again, she'd expected a discrepancy, but actual confirmation of it was a shock. And that's when she felt something and heard something audibly snap underneath her hand behind her on the table as she shifted position. She cringed, not daring to look.
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Vala had a hard time admitting to any emotional attachments, even to herself. They never did you any good, they just made things more complicated. She'd finally allowed herself to form real relationships, and genuinely care about other people and now look where it had landed her? If it hadn't been for Daniel being here, she'd already be planning her escape. Running. Like she always had. It didn't matter what was out there. But it was his words that tugged at her conscience. Words he hadn't even spoken yet.
'You've been running so long it's almost second nature to you. You don't remember it, but you made a decision to stop running. It's over. Now it's time to come home.'
That was the answer to your question, Daniel. Except when she did open her mouth to answer and faltered before she spoke, it didn't quite come out like that. In fact, nothing like it. It was definitely more irritated and a little condescending too.
"Well...it's all your fault! Besides, I've nothing better to do, and you're obviously not capable of looking after yourself."
Vala turned her attention to the Mummy behind her on the table to distract herself and make it look like she didn't really care either way. Was that something in its skinny decayed hand? She leaned over her shoulder to take a closer but apparently disinterested look.
"1997?!" Abruptly she straightened up again, she'd expected a discrepancy, but actual confirmation of it was a shock. And that's when she felt something and heard something audibly snap underneath her hand behind her on the table as she shifted position. She cringed, not daring to look.
"2006 for me." Oops.