She's worried they are still talking past each other, or maybe he just can't begin to imagine that she would seek out violence on her own.
"No, Max. This was the Dirtman, not Claunthe."
What Elsie said still ate at her, and as much as she doesn't want it to be true, maybe she hadn't bargained against her own biases enough.
"Claunthe...she demanded blood in exchange for your safe passage, and I...Max. I don't know what Claunthe would have done if I refused to pay her price...You have to understand that I only chose him because I knew he also wanted to protect you."
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Date: 2024-07-17 01:08 am (UTC)"No, Max. This was the Dirtman, not Claunthe."
What Elsie said still ate at her, and as much as she doesn't want it to be true, maybe she hadn't bargained against her own biases enough.
"Claunthe...she demanded blood in exchange for your safe passage, and I...Max. I don't know what Claunthe would have done if I refused to pay her price...You have to understand that I only chose him because I knew he also wanted to protect you."