Your lack of concern for people, yes, but you hardly care as little as you'd like everyone to believe. Your behaviour towards Doctor Watson demonstrates that much, but I wouldn't consider it your weakness.
[ she had done her research and his lack of concern had been intriguing. she felt that in some ways, it matched her own - at least where her clients were concerned. she wasn't a judge, she couldn't pretend to claim that all those she had exploited were bad people. several were, but several weren't. it hadn't mattered, at the time.
she wondered if it would matter to her now. ]
Only you could make humanity sound like an insult. [ she was comfortable in this, at least; she knew who she was. she knew who she wasn't. and she was so unbearably human, a point he'd made when he'd typed those four letters into her mobile. ] At least you're no longer pretending that you don't try and hide your humanity.
[ she'd prefer dark and bitter sherlock to angry, though something feels wounded and it has nothing to do with her arm. she was already making plans, coming up with ways to avoid him, ways to keep him at an arm's length because he's safer there - for both of them. at least, that seems to be what he's decided about her.
she owed him that much.
irene is quiet for a few moments, however, after his question, the rain loud on the pavement. she can manage honesty, but would it hurt him further? and how much would it hurt her to reference her time as a child, ignored as it had been? ]
When I was a child, adults were... changeable. I could never understand them and not understanding was .. dangerous. [ her voice is quiet, almost lost in the rain. ] The way you feel about yourself tells me that you don't understand others; how they see you - or each other. So, you learned another way.
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[ she had done her research and his lack of concern had been intriguing. she felt that in some ways, it matched her own - at least where her clients were concerned. she wasn't a judge, she couldn't pretend to claim that all those she had exploited were bad people. several were, but several weren't. it hadn't mattered, at the time.
she wondered if it would matter to her now. ]
Only you could make humanity sound like an insult. [ she was comfortable in this, at least; she knew who she was. she knew who she wasn't. and she was so unbearably human, a point he'd made when he'd typed those four letters into her mobile. ] At least you're no longer pretending that you don't try and hide your humanity.
[ she'd prefer dark and bitter sherlock to angry, though something feels wounded and it has nothing to do with her arm. she was already making plans, coming up with ways to avoid him, ways to keep him at an arm's length because he's safer there - for both of them. at least, that seems to be what he's decided about her.
she owed him that much.
irene is quiet for a few moments, however, after his question, the rain loud on the pavement. she can manage honesty, but would it hurt him further? and how much would it hurt her to reference her time as a child, ignored as it had been? ]
When I was a child, adults were... changeable. I could never understand them and not understanding was .. dangerous. [ her voice is quiet, almost lost in the rain. ] The way you feel about yourself tells me that you don't understand others; how they see you - or each other. So, you learned another way.