*stands and reaches across to you, plucking your glass from your hand* *returns to the bar and idly fixes a second cocktail for both of them*
hard times
*carries your drink over to you and practically drops it on the coffee table in front of you, although the glass does not break*
*couches his response in the simplest terms he can manage on the off chance you might actually hear some of it* Írissë was held captive by her psychotic ex-husband who, if you will please recall (unappealing as it is), killed her in her first life. I did not rest until I found her. Káni was nearly killed by the same man and I nearly died to save her.
*cannot bother mustering the anger he would like to show because your experiences and opinions are just that pointless, ill-founded, and irrelevant* Do not lecture me on loving and supporting your daughters. If I do not support some of their choices it is because I care only that they are "happy" with me, as you say. Because I am the one who takes care of them.