Inigo's voice hardens as he says it. And yet not quite in the way he'd like it to - the hard edges of a warrior, a soldier. The front he'd like to pull over himself like a shroud.
No, instead there's pain in there. Like a hurt child lashing out.
"I don't care if it's bad at communicating, or what its intentions are. It still-- It still separates people from the ones they love all the time. Involuntarily. Whether it's by bringing people here in the first place, or randomly letting them go without warning. No matter what kind of excuse anyone tries to apply to it, that's still not right!"
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Inigo's voice hardens as he says it. And yet not quite in the way he'd like it to - the hard edges of a warrior, a soldier. The front he'd like to pull over himself like a shroud.
No, instead there's pain in there. Like a hurt child lashing out.
"I don't care if it's bad at communicating, or what its intentions are. It still-- It still separates people from the ones they love all the time. Involuntarily. Whether it's by bringing people here in the first place, or randomly letting them go without warning. No matter what kind of excuse anyone tries to apply to it, that's still not right!"