[In other words, he doesn't believe her at all. Sure, repeated exposure to a traumatic event can dull one's emotional response to it, but it doesn't actually make it less traumatic.
Also just casually ignoring that whole 'go away' part.]
Is this really want you want? To jump on the first solution that seems rewarding to you and completely ignore any and all reasons against it?
[Something painful, something lasting, something he'll have to sit with for a while. Knock his teeth out, cut off his hands. Make him think about what he'd done. Suffer through it.
Simple. Yes.
Maketh shakes her head again. Her head hurts. A lot of things hurt, a dull building ache.]
There has to be a--reckoning. I won't allow this to be for nothing.
[In a better moment, she wouldn't say that. It's not going to help - Hux will do a great many things when he's bored and not many of them are good. But it's true and here they are.
Maketh keeps her eyes down, not looking at him. She wants him to go.]
[It's a good thing Lance doesn't really make it a habit to raise his voice or it would've gone way up at that. As it is he just sounds a cross between incredulous and exasperated.]
And you don't think maybe he's exactly the opposite of who you should be consulting with on something like this? What about Henry? Or Nick; he seemed reasonable.
It's only an engineering problem when you've already decided on what you're going to do and just need to know how to do it.
[He can't tell if she's being purposefully difficult or just not listening, although he's thinking it might be the latter. As far as going away, he crosses his arms and fixes her with a determined look.]
No. I can't, in good conscience, let you do something this stupid and detrimental to both your physical and mental health.
[He stares back, looking for any hints he can get from her expression--or more accurately from her lack of one--and decides what he's going to ask next. It's not directly in response to either of the things she said, and it's leading up to taking a risk, but...]
[Maketh doesn't flinch. She just turns away and goes back to her notes. Henry doesn't need to know. Henry won't like what she has planned, will like it even less when he discovers who she consulted in order to get it done.]
[He's not offering to help, so he has no place being here. Vaguely, Maketh realizes she might have to hurt him if he keeps talking. She has a knife up her sleeve, various gun components on the table. And a mug full of coffee. Hit him with any of those and he'll be out the door if he has any brains at all.]
[He'd been hoping she would just listen to what he was saying and logically follow the reasoning, take a moment, and realize she's acting rashly; it's perfectly normal to be angry and do--or plan to do--something stupid and have to be talked out of it, but she's not really... Listening to any talking, which makes things difficult.
Lance watches her for a moment, arms still crossed, tense as he decides whether to resort to the last tactic he had in mind. It's definitely a risk, but he doesn't have a lot of other options at the moment; she's obviously not listening, and he absolutely can't just step back and let her do something horrible or get herself killed.
So he takes a deep breath, straightens to his full height, and lifts his chin slightly before making a simple statement.]
Either tell your Guard members what you're doing, or I will.
Then, quite calmly, she draws the knife from her wrist sheath. It's a small hunting blade, well balanced, not the sort of thing she can properly throw. But she can fight with it if she needs to.]
[The reaction isn't entirely unexpected--there's only a few ways she could've responded--but it's still distressing. His gaze flickers to the weapon, heartrate picking up; he only outwardly remains calm because he'd prepared for this possibility.
He does uncross his arms though, raising his hands slightly in a cross between a surrender and a defensive gesture, but he makes eye contact with her once again and his voice is steady when he responds.]
Put it away, Maketh. Threatening me is not going to change the situation.
[He's not that easily intimidated--not anymore, anyway--and what is she expecting him to do if he does leave? Because making a call is first thing on that list, so if she wants that not to happen then it's a lot better to keep working on coming to a solution through talking.]
[She doesn't want him here. He's making things difficult, pulling up needless complications and talking. Always talking. She doesn't want the noise, she needs to focus. There's too much work yet to be done and not enough time. Sato has to be punished, she needs to find a way to hurt him. It needs to matter. If he thinks the Guard is weak, then there will be no holding him back.
A message needs to be sent. It needs to hurt.
She shifts her grip on the knife. Ready to fight with it if he doesn't back down. He's probably armed, but Maketh thinks she might be faster. She knows how to fight dirty, won't hesitate.]
[He's actually not armed at the moment, something that he's torn between finding good and bad; good in that there's on less weapon in play and that he doesn't have to decide whether to use it, bad in that if he needs to use it he doesn't have the option.
But maybe he won't need to. She'd seemed upset a week earlier when he'd said he was concerned about her stabbing him--a concern which he feels vaguely vindicated in having, now--and so he doubts she really wants to do so now. It's just a matter of figuring out exactly how much of this is show, and where the actual breaking point is.
It crosses his mind briefly to just leave and do exactly what he said he'd do, then leave it to Henry and the other Guard members to deal with her, but somehow he doesn't think that'd be all too effective. Besides, what if one of them got hurt because he'd escalated the situation?
Lance takes a cautious step back, gaze still fixed on her, not missing the change in her grip or the other subtle cues she's giving, and decides on what his next move should be; slowly, so as not to startle her, he pulls back the right side of his jacket briefly to reveal that he doesn't have his gun on him.]
I'm not armed, Maketh, and I find it hard to believe you want to stab someone who's posing no threat. I'm just trying to help.
[She doesn't want to hurt him, but he's in the way, he's threatening to put a stop to her plans. She can't allow that. There's work yet to be done. And he keeps talking like it's a reasonable thing to do, like she's the one being foolish.]
[His warning bells had already been going off, but they're almost deafening now and his sense of self-preservation is truly warring with his desire to do what's right.
Does he call her bluff, or retreat?
Lance really doesn't want to be stabbed. He's been shot before, which honestly wasn't as bad as he would've thought, but he's heard stabbing is worse and in a place like Hadriel it'd be very dangerous even if the initial injury isn't serious. And just because his pain tolerance is high, that doesn't at all mean he's reckless with being hurt.
But on the other hand, all the reasons he hasn't already left are still there. Walking away now would be knowingly turning his back on Maketh either being hurt or doing something really reprehensible, and if he did follow through on his threat to call the others he might be putting them in danger.
There's also the matter of needing to establish, very firmly, that he isn't an easy target or someone who can be intimidated into compliance; that's a reputation that would likely prove to be very important here, well beyond this one situation.
And a part of Lance is also just really, really hoping Maketh has it in her to make the right decision. So he takes a deep breath, willing his voice not to waver.]
Is this something you really want to do? After everything you told me about not wanting to be that kind of person anymore?
[That's a lot more of an answer that she's been giving, and he tentatively encouraged; he's just as still as she is, except to respond with a simple question.]
[His gaze flickers to the knife again and then back to her face, and he's starting to feel vaguely nauseous from fear and tension, but sounds as steady as ever.]
I'm not asking you to allow it. I'm asking you to do handle the situation in the best way, not the most immediate and satisfying one.
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I've died already. A lot. It doesn't matter. Go away.
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[In other words, he doesn't believe her at all. Sure, repeated exposure to a traumatic event can dull one's emotional response to it, but it doesn't actually make it less traumatic.
Also just casually ignoring that whole 'go away' part.]
Is this really want you want? To jump on the first solution that seems rewarding to you and completely ignore any and all reasons against it?
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[Something painful, something lasting, something he'll have to sit with for a while. Knock his teeth out, cut off his hands. Make him think about what he'd done. Suffer through it.
Simple. Yes.
Maketh shakes her head again. Her head hurts. A lot of things hurt, a dull building ache.]
There has to be a--reckoning. I won't allow this to be for nothing.
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[He lowers his voice further, sensitive to her reactions--and beginning to form an idea of what's causing them--but not about to give up just yet.]
I'm saying don't jump immediately in the trap. Think about this; come up with something as part of a team with your other Guard members.
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[In a better moment, she wouldn't say that. It's not going to help - Hux will do a great many things when he's bored and not many of them are good. But it's true and here they are.
Maketh keeps her eyes down, not looking at him. She wants him to go.]
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[It's a good thing Lance doesn't really make it a habit to raise his voice or it would've gone way up at that. As it is he just sounds a cross between incredulous and exasperated.]
And you don't think maybe he's exactly the opposite of who you should be consulting with on something like this? What about Henry? Or Nick; he seemed reasonable.
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[Hux is easy, he only asks the questions that need to be asked. Everything else is planning and details.
Maketh pauses.]
You're being loud. Go away.
[He's not. But her head hurts.]
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[He can't tell if she's being purposefully difficult or just not listening, although he's thinking it might be the latter. As far as going away, he crosses his arms and fixes her with a determined look.]
No. I can't, in good conscience, let you do something this stupid and detrimental to both your physical and mental health.
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[Even more so to consult Hux, who very well might be a sadist and has no compunctions about ruining someone's day.
This time Maketh does look at Lance. Her face is carefully empty.]
Don't get in my way.
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Have you told Henry what you're planning?
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[Doesn't take much effort to figure that out and he'd already guessed anyway.]
And you're not telling him because you know he won't agree, so you're already aware that this is a bad choice to be making.
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[He's not offering to help, so he has no place being here. Vaguely, Maketh realizes she might have to hurt him if he keeps talking. She has a knife up her sleeve, various gun components on the table. And a mug full of coffee. Hit him with any of those and he'll be out the door if he has any brains at all.]
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Lance watches her for a moment, arms still crossed, tense as he decides whether to resort to the last tactic he had in mind. It's definitely a risk, but he doesn't have a lot of other options at the moment; she's obviously not listening, and he absolutely can't just step back and let her do something horrible or get herself killed.
So he takes a deep breath, straightens to his full height, and lifts his chin slightly before making a simple statement.]
Either tell your Guard members what you're doing, or I will.
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No. She can't let him do that.
Then, quite calmly, she draws the knife from her wrist sheath. It's a small hunting blade, well balanced, not the sort of thing she can properly throw. But she can fight with it if she needs to.]
You will not.
[She doesn't blink.]
Leave. Right now.
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He does uncross his arms though, raising his hands slightly in a cross between a surrender and a defensive gesture, but he makes eye contact with her once again and his voice is steady when he responds.]
Put it away, Maketh. Threatening me is not going to change the situation.
[He's not that easily intimidated--not anymore, anyway--and what is she expecting him to do if he does leave? Because making a call is first thing on that list, so if she wants that not to happen then it's a lot better to keep working on coming to a solution through talking.]
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[She doesn't want him here. He's making things difficult, pulling up needless complications and talking. Always talking. She doesn't want the noise, she needs to focus. There's too much work yet to be done and not enough time. Sato has to be punished, she needs to find a way to hurt him. It needs to matter. If he thinks the Guard is weak, then there will be no holding him back.
A message needs to be sent. It needs to hurt.
She shifts her grip on the knife. Ready to fight with it if he doesn't back down. He's probably armed, but Maketh thinks she might be faster. She knows how to fight dirty, won't hesitate.]
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But maybe he won't need to. She'd seemed upset a week earlier when he'd said he was concerned about her stabbing him--a concern which he feels vaguely vindicated in having, now--and so he doubts she really wants to do so now. It's just a matter of figuring out exactly how much of this is show, and where the actual breaking point is.
It crosses his mind briefly to just leave and do exactly what he said he'd do, then leave it to Henry and the other Guard members to deal with her, but somehow he doesn't think that'd be all too effective. Besides, what if one of them got hurt because he'd escalated the situation?
Lance takes a cautious step back, gaze still fixed on her, not missing the change in her grip or the other subtle cues she's giving, and decides on what his next move should be; slowly, so as not to startle her, he pulls back the right side of his jacket briefly to reveal that he doesn't have his gun on him.]
I'm not armed, Maketh, and I find it hard to believe you want to stab someone who's posing no threat. I'm just trying to help.
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[She doesn't want to hurt him, but he's in the way, he's threatening to put a stop to her plans. She can't allow that. There's work yet to be done. And he keeps talking like it's a reasonable thing to do, like she's the one being foolish.]
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Does he call her bluff, or retreat?
Lance really doesn't want to be stabbed. He's been shot before, which honestly wasn't as bad as he would've thought, but he's heard stabbing is worse and in a place like Hadriel it'd be very dangerous even if the initial injury isn't serious. And just because his pain tolerance is high, that doesn't at all mean he's reckless with being hurt.
But on the other hand, all the reasons he hasn't already left are still there. Walking away now would be knowingly turning his back on Maketh either being hurt or doing something really reprehensible, and if he did follow through on his threat to call the others he might be putting them in danger.
There's also the matter of needing to establish, very firmly, that he isn't an easy target or someone who can be intimidated into compliance; that's a reputation that would likely prove to be very important here, well beyond this one situation.
And a part of Lance is also just really, really hoping Maketh has it in her to make the right decision. So he takes a deep breath, willing his voice not to waver.]
Is this something you really want to do? After everything you told me about not wanting to be that kind of person anymore?
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The Guard is my responsibility. If I must be that kind of person to protect them, then I will.
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Is that really what this is about?
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He will not hurt my men. I won't allow it.
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I'm not asking you to allow it. I'm asking you to do handle the situation in the best way, not the most immediate and satisfying one.
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[He's not an officer, not even one of her Guards. How can Hux understand when Lance won't?]
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