[Something undefinable eases out of Schneider's tense shoulders. It's not a feeling she can place, all things considered. It's not quite relief, or gratitude, or sadness. But--]
...good. You should value your life.
[That's as much as Schneider can admit to, with her stone cold heart. She's not someone easily moved. And yet...]
I do. I've got lots of friends back home I care too much about to ever throw it away.
[ This much she feels strong about, at least. There's a certain conviction in her words that Schneider can probably hear. ]
I wouldn't call it resigned, but... resolve, maybe. [ A pause. ] I don't know how I feel about it either. I knew that it could be bad, but I had a feeling that everything would work out.
[ That isn't quite right either, but she doesn't know how to put it into words. ]
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...good. You should value your life.
[That's as much as Schneider can admit to, with her stone cold heart. She's not someone easily moved. And yet...]
You looked too resigned to it. I don't like that.
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[ This much she feels strong about, at least. There's a certain conviction in her words that Schneider can probably hear. ]
I wouldn't call it resigned, but... resolve, maybe. [ A pause. ] I don't know how I feel about it either. I knew that it could be bad, but I had a feeling that everything would work out.
[ That isn't quite right either, but she doesn't know how to put it into words. ]
...Or something like that.