[ It's horribly naive of her, he thinks, to assume that every person who doesn't openly use the ammunition they've been given is trustworthy. There's nothing inherently generous about accepting other people's idiosyncrasies; some people only tolerate it as something out of their hands, after all.
How trite of her to think that his selfishness in wanting her to preserve his brother comes from anything but self-interest. He can't imagine why she thinks so well of him in any way— what has he done to earn it, exactly?
She makes him feel ugly. He fancies that she wouldn't understand why.
So he keeps on smiling. ]
I suppose so. [ Easily, without much in the way of protest. ] You said so yourself. Even if I were untrustworthy, you would be able to trounce me easily.
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How trite of her to think that his selfishness in wanting her to preserve his brother comes from anything but self-interest. He can't imagine why she thinks so well of him in any way— what has he done to earn it, exactly?
She makes him feel ugly. He fancies that she wouldn't understand why.
So he keeps on smiling. ]
I suppose so. [ Easily, without much in the way of protest. ] You said so yourself. Even if I were untrustworthy, you would be able to trounce me easily.