[Whatever she intended, they don't see eye to eye, much as if they're engaging in two separate conversations at once. IV's wounded pride flares when Rio steps toward him, and he responds in kind. It shouldn't bother him, but her Barian form in their current situation puts him on the defensive, whether or not he's aware of his tone.
He should be happy that she changed her mind. Instead, his hands curl into fists, and he feels slighted that he can't be trusted to take care of even himself – and more importantly, to make his own decisions like he's some kind of unreliable buffoon.
It aggravates an old, old wound that closes up his chest.]
I told you, didn't I? I'll go. If I stay here, I'll just get in the way.
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He should be happy that she changed her mind. Instead, his hands curl into fists, and he feels slighted that he can't be trusted to take care of even himself – and more importantly, to make his own decisions like he's some kind of unreliable buffoon.
It aggravates an old, old wound that closes up his chest.]
I told you, didn't I? I'll go. If I stay here, I'll just get in the way.