[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Click. Click. BOOM! [ Closed | Javelin ]
Dec 15, 2020 16:48:07 GMT -5
Post by Javelin on Dec 15, 2020 16:48:07 GMT -5
Javelin watched him as he spoke, listening to his words. She had to admit, the majority of what he was saying was fair. She wasn’t paying him to be a personal tutor or professor.
On the same page, though, if he was going to teach her, he had to give her some leeway to actually learn. She didn’t expect him to hold her hand, as he said. But she wasn’t a recording device either.
When he finished, she brought her own suggestions to the table. She wasn’t grinning, she was speaking clearly so he understood where she stood, without attempting to force him or be pushy. She knew it didn’t work, and that wasn’t how Javelin operated anyway. She didn’t want to force anyone to do anything.
“How about this; You’re not a teacher, but I’m not a personal recording device either. Something may be clear to you why such and such a thing is, but I won’t. Let me ask one or two questions on the why something is, or else I’m not gonna learn regardless. If I can’t get it after one or two questions, it’s agreed I can’t grasp it, and as you said, we strike it and move on. And I won’t pretend to know anything. I have no desire to blow myself to hell – I want to do that to Cons. So the better I can do that, great.
And no, if I get myself blown up, that’s not on you. That’s on me, for pestering you to show me. You hold no blame unless you glue a grenade to my hand and pull the pin.”
She shifted her weight some, lightly resting her hands on her hips, tilting her head, studying the Wrecker. After a moment, she spoke again.
“I’m not demanding your friendship, Wheeljack. That’s not how it works. Like you said, we’re on the same side. I want to kill Cons, and I like how explosives can let me kill a lot of them quickly.”
On the same page, though, if he was going to teach her, he had to give her some leeway to actually learn. She didn’t expect him to hold her hand, as he said. But she wasn’t a recording device either.
When he finished, she brought her own suggestions to the table. She wasn’t grinning, she was speaking clearly so he understood where she stood, without attempting to force him or be pushy. She knew it didn’t work, and that wasn’t how Javelin operated anyway. She didn’t want to force anyone to do anything.
“How about this; You’re not a teacher, but I’m not a personal recording device either. Something may be clear to you why such and such a thing is, but I won’t. Let me ask one or two questions on the why something is, or else I’m not gonna learn regardless. If I can’t get it after one or two questions, it’s agreed I can’t grasp it, and as you said, we strike it and move on. And I won’t pretend to know anything. I have no desire to blow myself to hell – I want to do that to Cons. So the better I can do that, great.
And no, if I get myself blown up, that’s not on you. That’s on me, for pestering you to show me. You hold no blame unless you glue a grenade to my hand and pull the pin.”
She shifted her weight some, lightly resting her hands on her hips, tilting her head, studying the Wrecker. After a moment, she spoke again.
“I’m not demanding your friendship, Wheeljack. That’s not how it works. Like you said, we’re on the same side. I want to kill Cons, and I like how explosives can let me kill a lot of them quickly.”