[After dropping the samples off and securing them were they would not easily be unearthed, she couldn't bring herself to linger. No doubt she would be working plenty of overtime, with how short staffed they would now be.]
[That is sweet of him. But it puts her on a pedestal she's not ready to stand on.]
I am no more than they. All I have is a name and titles, neither of which grant them refuge here.
Here, I am but a woman. They would have plenty to choose from, had I not delivered them into death.
[Not powerless, but still just a woman. It's a rare admission, and text doesn't quite offer how much weight is behind it. She never would have conceded or admitted such a thing before.
She was always greater, something more. Her dreams came true. But not in New Amsterdam.]
I think anyone would be sore-pressed to call you unremarkable, Daenerys. But, very well. In the most practical of terms: if you are dead, wounded or incarcerated you'll find it difficult to return to them. And you are one of the few that will care enough to try.
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( a beat, thinking ㅡ )
Not everyone will see it that way, however.
They will see what can be gained in sharing the knowledge and not consider the larger impact.
( because people see the UNA, defanged, and forget they are only one head of the hydra. )
I'll help you find them, when the time comes.
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If another option does not present itself soon, I plan to retrieve them on dragonback.
That will go poorly without a second party.
[It will probably go poorly anyway -- but she cannot leave them there. She won't.]
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And keep yourself safe.
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I am home.
[After dropping the samples off and securing them were they would not easily be unearthed, she couldn't bring herself to linger. No doubt she would be working plenty of overtime, with how short staffed they would now be.]
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( he thinks of the research stations and of rey. )
You owe that to them, too.
Your survival.
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I am no more than they.
All I have is a name and titles, neither of which grant them refuge here.
Here, I am but a woman.
They would have plenty to choose from, had I not delivered them into death.
[Not powerless, but still just a woman. It's a rare admission, and text doesn't quite offer how much weight is behind it. She never would have conceded or admitted such a thing before.
She was always greater, something more. Her dreams came true. But not in New Amsterdam.]
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But, very well. In the most practical of terms: if you are dead, wounded or incarcerated you'll find it difficult to return to them.
And you are one of the few that will care enough to try.
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So she'll pack it all in a box, like is right and proper, and make plans to retrieve them.]
I know.