She would probably prefer not to go into it. It wasn't easy to pick up on either...
Psyche
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She would probably prefer not to go into it. It wasn't easy to pick up on either...
The lieutenant fears this will lead to fiddling with the delicate, folding headlights on his motor carriage. They're dear to him.
He's not mad -- that smelly mess of paper in your hand is making him worry about the well being of his own paperwork, that's all.
The lieutenant would rather not have you rummaging around, looking for the lights in his vehicle...
The threat has passed. He is thankful it has passed, and that he's gotten to keep both pens.
It's unjust, that's why. You can't even get to that thing anymore!
Everyone is constantly teetering on the edge of the abyss. An abyss of production. These squares look orderly but beneath them is chaos, worry, pain...
There is no shame in her voice -- a touch of sadness, yes -- but no shame.
The lieutenant is satisfied with where this is going.
She's surprisingly nonchalant about this. If anything, your finally asking it has relieved some of the tension.