[He's not wrong. And while Rosalind's own grief and anger are tightly coiled things, kept safely hidden behind a neutral mask, there are signs, here and there. The rigidity of her shoulders; the way her mouth purses and her fingers tighten around her own bottle.]
I'm surprised you and Majima aren't out fighting. I've heard there's no better way to stop thinking than physical exertion.
[God knows she wants to be distracted now. She wants a book, or a proof; she wants all the scientific problems she'd left at home. She wants nothing more than to stop thinking about the utter stupidity of Sen's sacrifice, and the way this is the first time she's felt anything emotional about anyone but Robert in ages and ages.]
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[He's not wrong. And while Rosalind's own grief and anger are tightly coiled things, kept safely hidden behind a neutral mask, there are signs, here and there. The rigidity of her shoulders; the way her mouth purses and her fingers tighten around her own bottle.]
I'm surprised you and Majima aren't out fighting. I've heard there's no better way to stop thinking than physical exertion.
[God knows she wants to be distracted now. She wants a book, or a proof; she wants all the scientific problems she'd left at home. She wants nothing more than to stop thinking about the utter stupidity of Sen's sacrifice, and the way this is the first time she's felt anything emotional about anyone but Robert in ages and ages.]