[ The grip on her umbrella tightens at those words. Inconvenienced? On a literal level, not really. It'd been a disturbingly familiar sight and situation. There were no dragon jaws involved, but the false bravado and complete idiocy to face an unknown enemy without stopping were certainly there. She'd gone through the motions of "caring" for yet another dead body, except this time it stings more because she'd actually known the one involved.
Edna doesn't like showing that she cares with a capital C. Caring is hard. Caring drains the energy out of her, drains the life out of her every time her fingers brush against the petals of another flower picked for the sole purpose of remembrance. Caring can dredge up those feelings of inadequacy and helplessness after seeing someone die in front of her for the nth time, even after swearing she wouldn't be. Why care, when those feelings won't do anything for her or them?
Caring is hard and troublesome, but...it's not like her to shy away from a task because it's difficult either, so she'll face him (and everything his standing here reminds her of) head on.
With one swift movement, she moves to bop Steven on the head (relatively lightly, no point in sending the poor man to his grave yet again) with her umbrella. ]
It's not me you should be apologizing to for getting killed for no reason, moron. What [ bop ] were [ bop ] you [ bop ] thinking?!
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Date: 2016-03-07 05:14 am (UTC)[ The grip on her umbrella tightens at those words. Inconvenienced? On a literal level, not really. It'd been a disturbingly familiar sight and situation. There were no dragon jaws involved, but the false bravado and complete idiocy to face an unknown enemy without stopping were certainly there. She'd gone through the motions of "caring" for yet another dead body, except this time it stings more because she'd actually known the one involved.
Edna doesn't like showing that she cares with a capital C. Caring is hard. Caring drains the energy out of her, drains the life out of her every time her fingers brush against the petals of another flower picked for the sole purpose of remembrance. Caring can dredge up those feelings of inadequacy and helplessness after seeing someone die in front of her for the nth time, even after swearing she wouldn't be. Why care, when those feelings won't do anything for her or them?
Caring is hard and troublesome, but...it's not like her to shy away from a task because it's difficult either, so she'll face him (and everything his standing here reminds her of) head on.
With one swift movement, she moves to bop Steven on the head (relatively lightly, no point in sending the poor man to his grave yet again) with her umbrella. ]
It's not me you should be apologizing to for getting killed for no reason, moron. What [ bop ] were [ bop ] you [ bop ] thinking?!
[ ...A last bop on the head for good measure. ]