[Iris looks Zane calmly in the eye. She will not, will not pretend a shame she doesn't feel about who she loves. But nor, in this particular case, will Iris make any noises about how this is what we're wardens for.
She does feel that, to some extent, but that's not her reason here and she would be ashamed if she hid behind it now.]
But it's still a lot to ask. I'll fix up a meet. You can decide if you want me there or not, and you can stop any time it gets too much. I know this is close to the bone.
[For both of them; and it makes Iris smile ruefully to be doing it to two people she loves.]
You don't 'ave a Lassiebot yet, do you? Should I do one without metal parts, or what?
I wondered if it might interact weirdly with the allomancy. Specially with the working parts being metallic. Any specific metals I should avoid or put in specially?
'Ere, I'll show you the conversation.
[She runs her thumb over the weathered bone-and-cherrywood face of her communicator, and fetches up this short interchange.]
'E can be a moody bastard with people that aren't me. But 'e knows I love you.
[She grins back; yes, she did show him that deliberately, but she had no ulterior motive for saying it in the first place. Just her own pride in him.]
You proved that to 'im already. Victor only thinks in terms of power, and you understand that at least as well as 'e does. I don't think 'e'll try any bollocks with you again.
Victor goes for vulnerable spots. 'E was counting on Babs and the Emperor being ours, and it backfired on 'im. Now 'e knows there's nothing 'e can pull that'll make me give up or sink to 'is level and 'e's not sure what to do with that.
I've got to admit I'm enjoying 'im. Does that make sense?
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She's someone else that were ...shaped from an early age to be a weapon. Broken in a way not unlike you.
'Er father's here. It's crossed me mind that 'e should meet you.
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But there's not much clarity there. It's too choked in guilt and 'urt and pride and regret.
You don't 'ave to if you don't want, love. But I think you can see why it might 'elp.
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[ He needs to clarify - to know that this is the goal. ]
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She does feel that, to some extent, but that's not her reason here and she would be ashamed if she hid behind it now.]
Yes. To graduate.
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He nods. ] I will.
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Thank you, love. I know it's a lot to ask.
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[For both of them; and it makes Iris smile ruefully to be doing it to two people she loves.]
You don't 'ave a Lassiebot yet, do you? Should I do one without metal parts, or what?
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Metal is all right. If I have to do something with it.
...what does he think about this?
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'Ere, I'll show you the conversation.
[She runs her thumb over the weathered bone-and-cherrywood face of her communicator, and fetches up this short interchange.]
'E can be a moody bastard with people that aren't me. But 'e knows I love you.
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...except if it's aluminum.
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Victor can't touch me?
{ A little pleased pride, there. ]
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You proved that to 'im already. Victor only thinks in terms of power, and you understand that at least as well as 'e does. I don't think 'e'll try any bollocks with you again.
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I've got to admit I'm enjoying 'im. Does that make sense?
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Babs got that, too. I love you.
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...you too.