Darcy ruminates for a moment, trying to work out how to phrase this without revealing too much of her own shit. Then quietly weighs if revealing some of her shit is worth Stede not making a mistake this dire.
"I had... a friend back home, who died, horribly and alone. She came back afterwards, it was a magic thing, but... it didn't stop how awful it was that she died. Even though she was fine afterwards, it still... fucking sucked. Sure, there are no consequences to dying here, but I don't want you going through that. It will hurt. And the Captain has ways to hurt you that are worse than death."
Dough that has been perfectly kneaded has the texture of a human earlobe, soft but springy and stretchy. The dough in her hands was well and truly overworked, tough and resistant. She was going to need to throw this batch out. Darcy huffed, frustrated at herself and feeling uncomfortably exposed.
"You're going to do whatever you're going to do, I already know I can't change your mind."
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Darcy ruminates for a moment, trying to work out how to phrase this without revealing too much of her own shit. Then quietly weighs if revealing some of her shit is worth Stede not making a mistake this dire.
"I had... a friend back home, who died, horribly and alone. She came back afterwards, it was a magic thing, but... it didn't stop how awful it was that she died. Even though she was fine afterwards, it still... fucking sucked. Sure, there are no consequences to dying here, but I don't want you going through that. It will hurt. And the Captain has ways to hurt you that are worse than death."
Dough that has been perfectly kneaded has the texture of a human earlobe, soft but springy and stretchy. The dough in her hands was well and truly overworked, tough and resistant. She was going to need to throw this batch out. Darcy huffed, frustrated at herself and feeling uncomfortably exposed.
"You're going to do whatever you're going to do, I already know I can't change your mind."