She can't exactly argue with that. She'd be more likely to tell someone to go to hell than to lie to them. She hates lying. Her natural sympathy is pinged and inclined towards him - dropped in a strange place surrounded by people he's made his enemies, his powers cut in half - this has got to be hard for him.
But she scoffs at that second bit, despite the inward flush of pleasure.]
An' why should I help you?
[She's not unwilling either. But if she's going to be sitting down and talking with Gambit like - like they were some kind of talking buddies then he needs to know that it's not because she's forgotten and it's not because he's tricking her one more time. For her own sake, she's looking for some sort of even ground.
If she even talks to him at all.
Which half the pysches in her head are opinionated about.
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She can't exactly argue with that. She'd be more likely to tell someone to go to hell than to lie to them. She hates lying. Her natural sympathy is pinged and inclined towards him - dropped in a strange place surrounded by people he's made his enemies, his powers cut in half - this has got to be hard for him.
But she scoffs at that second bit, despite the inward flush of pleasure.]
An' why should I help you?
[She's not unwilling either. But if she's going to be sitting down and talking with Gambit like - like they were some kind of talking buddies then he needs to know that it's not because she's forgotten and it's not because he's tricking her one more time. For her own sake, she's looking for some sort of even ground.
If she even talks to him at all.
Which half the pysches in her head are opinionated about.
And did she mention complicated?]