All she can do is stare at him for a long moment. At the blood that now trickles down his cheek. The sounds of horror, shouts of concern all spiraling around them as she stands there - relatively unscathed (but for her pride perhaps) on the sandy shore.
"No!" The answer comes with a shove at his chest as she loses all reason for the moment. Scarlett trying to reconcile the man in front of her with the one who'd been checking in on her with a kind of regularity that couldn't be dismissed, even by her.
"No - I'm not!" Physically, sure, other than the obvious. "What were you - why would you - what was that?!" It's more than anger now, but something close to a frustrated plea. Like she really does want to understand what the hell is going on.
"Why did you do what he said?!" They don't have time for this. The ferry was sinking, people were hurt. The last thing either of them needed to do was bicker when there was still something they could do but she can't seem to let go of this moment. Of the fact that some dickhead had said jump and that he hadn't so much as hesitated to do it.
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"No!" The answer comes with a shove at his chest as she loses all reason for the moment. Scarlett trying to reconcile the man in front of her with the one who'd been checking in on her with a kind of regularity that couldn't be dismissed, even by her.
"No - I'm not!" Physically, sure, other than the obvious. "What were you - why would you - what was that?!" It's more than anger now, but something close to a frustrated plea. Like she really does want to understand what the hell is going on.
"Why did you do what he said?!" They don't have time for this. The ferry was sinking, people were hurt. The last thing either of them needed to do was bicker when there was still something they could do but she can't seem to let go of this moment. Of the fact that some dickhead had said jump and that he hadn't so much as hesitated to do it.