Re: [Motel Roof]
If he thought he was being encouraging, or that his sincere words uttered with such belief was going to help her somehow he was wrong. It made her stomach curl because of how wrong it felt and sounded, clashed with everything she had seen and known. Kin was a black and white sort of person. You were an ally or an enemy, the world was good or bad, you were weak or strong. Her worldview was set in stone more permanent than any tattoo she had done--people were good or people were bad, they could try and change and they might even put on a good show but they always circled back.
He was wrong, and it was going to bite him in the ass one day, "There may be genuinely good people out there, and hell you might be one of them. But the others will do things you won't. The reward is greater." It was a sad truth but once she had embraced before she realized what she was doing a long time ago. The Doctor thing was hard to let go of though, too fresh and too raw and probably always would be because she was letting it fester, "Why don't you have a choice? You're over eighteen aren't you? I thought you just said people had choices." She was not going to say folks, fuck that.
"Not your honey." She snapped out automatically, and had she classified him with the Man category instead Boy she would have shoved him or worse, instead she just added, "I'm 'Ro. Tough is cliche, I'm mostly just a jackass who keeps getting back up." She said it casually, like most people said where they were from or their starsign.
But she tilted her head to the side, looking more intently at him as she stepped closer. There was still things about him beyond his words that itched at the peripheral of her senses and she had let it fall to the wayside but picked up the puzzle again, "I'm not afraid of you, I shit you not I've known crazier. I already told you I'm not, so why are you set on it?"