[Gods, she is just so tired, and she just wants to go to sleep, but that isn't going to happen. Not now, not for a while.
And, honestly, probably not in this bed at the moment. Which drives Maria to sit up further again, pushing herself toward the edge of the bed.] You're always so self-assured. Why is it now that you choose to question your own value to me?
[She reaches up to rub her eyes with one of her hands, to quell the burning, exhausted ache in them. The adrenaline is fading rapidly, both from the injury and from the argument, and she's once again reminded of her own poor sleeping habits. And as she does, she sighs. Gods, this is not how she wants this night end.] You could stop throwing yourself quite so right into the thick of things. You could do a lot of things, even if you won't give up your lifestyle, to make it less potentially catastrophic. If not because you care about yourself, then because others care about you. It's not just me - what do you think your gang is going to do when you die? They'll mourn, just as well, and be left leaderless.
[She kicks her feet out from under the covers, and stands up. She only sways a little, which is a good sign, but there's a crumpled, weakened look to her. Seven feet tall, and she doesn't look it, at the side of that bed, with as hunched as her neck and shoulders are, pushed down on by a lot of different weights.] Just... think, Elizabeth. That's all I ask. Consider what you stand to lose. Consider what I stand to lose. Even consider what your boys have to lose.
Regardless, know I'm not going to give up on you so easily. I've been happy with you. [Much as she looks very miserable at the moment. Miserable, and maybe a little lonely.] The danger... I've done far worse things for far less recompense. I've nearly thrown my own life away for lesser... or given it up to try to run from my guilt. I suspect the reasons for lacking consideration for one's own life are different between us, but the end result could quite well be the same.
[She motions to take her leave.] I'll not be sleeping anymore this night, so I'll leave you to it.
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And, honestly, probably not in this bed at the moment. Which drives Maria to sit up further again, pushing herself toward the edge of the bed.] You're always so self-assured. Why is it now that you choose to question your own value to me?
[She reaches up to rub her eyes with one of her hands, to quell the burning, exhausted ache in them. The adrenaline is fading rapidly, both from the injury and from the argument, and she's once again reminded of her own poor sleeping habits. And as she does, she sighs. Gods, this is not how she wants this night end.] You could stop throwing yourself quite so right into the thick of things. You could do a lot of things, even if you won't give up your lifestyle, to make it less potentially catastrophic. If not because you care about yourself, then because others care about you. It's not just me - what do you think your gang is going to do when you die? They'll mourn, just as well, and be left leaderless.
[She kicks her feet out from under the covers, and stands up. She only sways a little, which is a good sign, but there's a crumpled, weakened look to her. Seven feet tall, and she doesn't look it, at the side of that bed, with as hunched as her neck and shoulders are, pushed down on by a lot of different weights.] Just... think, Elizabeth. That's all I ask. Consider what you stand to lose. Consider what I stand to lose. Even consider what your boys have to lose.
Regardless, know I'm not going to give up on you so easily. I've been happy with you. [Much as she looks very miserable at the moment. Miserable, and maybe a little lonely.] The danger... I've done far worse things for far less recompense. I've nearly thrown my own life away for lesser... or given it up to try to run from my guilt. I suspect the reasons for lacking consideration for one's own life are different between us, but the end result could quite well be the same.
[She motions to take her leave.] I'll not be sleeping anymore this night, so I'll leave you to it.