19.Nov.13, 11:30 PM
"My coat?"
Ali turned around, looking her over more carefully for the first time. It wasn't cold. Why did she need a coat? The reason was unfortunately all-too obvious once he looked. He frowned a bit and peeled his thin jacket away, offering it to her without another word. He looked away discreetly, both for her benefit and to hide his toxic expression. He was outraged. This was just another night to most of them, wasn't it? The sort of people who'd done this? Just another night, and just another victim that couldn't fight back.
Maybe he was being dramatic or sensitive. That's what most people would have told him, and not just the aggressors. His fellow greenriders would say the same. Back in the north, the lower caverns women would have said it, too. They would have told him that he was wasting his time, his energy, his youth...And in time, he would waste more. It was just tiresome. Wearying. Heartbreaking.
He sighed once, then started to walk again. "...Let's talk about something else," he said curtly, not realizing his cross he sounded until a few moments passed. He winced a little, feeling a spike of annoyance at himself this time. "...Ugh, sorry about that..." he grumbled, wondering if the muttered apology would make him seem less like an ass, or more like one.
Ali turned around, looking her over more carefully for the first time. It wasn't cold. Why did she need a coat? The reason was unfortunately all-too obvious once he looked. He frowned a bit and peeled his thin jacket away, offering it to her without another word. He looked away discreetly, both for her benefit and to hide his toxic expression. He was outraged. This was just another night to most of them, wasn't it? The sort of people who'd done this? Just another night, and just another victim that couldn't fight back.
Maybe he was being dramatic or sensitive. That's what most people would have told him, and not just the aggressors. His fellow greenriders would say the same. Back in the north, the lower caverns women would have said it, too. They would have told him that he was wasting his time, his energy, his youth...And in time, he would waste more. It was just tiresome. Wearying. Heartbreaking.
He sighed once, then started to walk again. "...Let's talk about something else," he said curtly, not realizing his cross he sounded until a few moments passed. He winced a little, feeling a spike of annoyance at himself this time. "...Ugh, sorry about that..." he grumbled, wondering if the muttered apology would make him seem less like an ass, or more like one.