Re: log: the diner - claire/david
A hum in the positive about being shot. "Once." She pointed at her side, as to show him where. "I hate guns." They were loud and inelegant. "Most of what I would go to battle with have claws," she curled her fingers to mimic claws, "Or teeth," she waggled her fingers downwards in front of her mouth like fangs, "Or hellfire and brimstone," that was not acted out, and instead matched with a 'what-can-you-do' shrug. "People use guns." Not a hard rule, but she felt he would understand the difference while there being a subtle admittance to certain skirmishes that were not strictly supernatural. There had been far too many of those for her liking, but the past could not be changed.
Claire was glad he ordered something to eat, that need to make sure people are taking care of themselves sated for the moment. Though then he spoke of punishment and the lack thereof, and she nodded her reluctant agreement. "Yes, but in this case I ask who is responsible? Who should be punished? The person that set off the sound? What if it was an accident? What if they did not know what it was doing outside of the facility? Maybe it is the fault of the people that made the machine that makes the sound? If they did not create it, there would have been nothing to cause the problem in the first place." She drummed her fingers against the sides of her warm coffee mug, "It is unfair. It is tragic. But sometimes it is an unfortunate accident with the worst possible outcome, and it is no one's fault. How do you punish that?"
Of course she blamed herself. How could she not? She was no angel. Far from it. Yet... Was what he said quite so mad? Poetic, yes. But under what some may consider strange was the truth, laid bare. "Spear," she corrected him, "I have a burning spear." As though that was completely normal. "As have all the Bellatora before me, and all the ones that will come after. That which has been is what will be, that which is done is what will be done, and there is nothing new under the sun." Acceptance of her place in life, no matter how much she wanted it to be otherwise.
Claire did not say anything, instead posing the inquiry with a small raise of eyebrows and a tap of her finger against her neck as she directed her gaze to what was dark upon his then back to him. The universal sign for 'Hey, you've got something here' without having to invade into personal space.