ʀᴏʙʙɪᴇ ʀᴇʏᴇs 💀 (ghostrider) wrote in themandalay, |
Even as he said those words, he was prepared for her to respond in a specific way. He expected anger, perhaps some disappointment. What he didn't expect her to do was stand up, let alone start pacing back and forth in the small space beside the couch with her back turned to him. He took that moment to move from where he stood on the other side of the coffee table, sitting down on the couch instead. Robbie felt a degree of frustration and it lingered just out of sight - behind his serious expression, behind the force and conviction of his previous words to her. He didn't judge her for whatever she'd done in the past, but she couldn't judge him either. Not without being hypocritical. Their methods weren't the same but in the end, both of them were working toward a similar goal. But that frustration broke through when she started to talk, his head shaking back and forth in disagreement even while she kept going. "It doesn't work like that. I can't just ignore him and do nothing," he responded, the emotion in his voice getting stronger, and he turned a little on the couch to face her, now that she had sat down again. "You remember what happened at that prison. I could ignore it for a little bit, but not forever. That pull, that need -- that hunger isn't something I'm able to just ignore forever. I can't put the deal on hold, and I'm not going to. He saved my life, because I made that deal. You don't know what kind of shit I would be up against if I didn't hold up my end of the deal." The emotions drenched his voice now, everything that he was feeling on display for her to see, while he tried to make her understand exactly what she was wanting him to do. The part of him that wanted to protect those he cared about understood where she was coming from. She didn't want him to get into a situation where there was no way out. The barrier that kept them here was just one part of that. But the part of him that could see all her injuries, that felt so much guilt over what he'd done to her was inescapable. Robbie hadn't said it out loud, but he cared about Daisy too. In this place where there was no one else that he even knew, let alone trusted, he had realised that. "You think you're alone in that?" he asked, his voice dropping briefly. "You might have friends here from SHIELD, but you are all I've got. And you just went out there and attacked him -- and I could have killed you! Did you even consider that?" He didn't even notice that he was nearly shouting by now, the guilt and disappointment at the front of his mind -- the crushing guilt at what he had done to her, the persistent disappointment that she must feel about him now. "You couldn't have known that I would've stopped before it was too late, not after all I'd done...." He turned away then, his face tilting down towards his hands gripped together tightly in front of him. |