She gives Amelia all the time she needs to think about it, working on her own slice of pizza while she waits. It's unlikely she'll have another slice, although a refill on her drink would be kind of nice. Pepperoni makes her thirsty.
When her friend finally voices her confusion, Adia can't help but giggle. Amazing how her friend both gets it and doesn't in the same breath. "Centurions are seven feet tall," she says, the beginning of a roundabout explanation. "They have machine gun ports in their wrists. Imagine one of them leaning over Caspar, a hand on his shoulder, staring at him, explaining to him in excruciating detail what will happen if he hurts me."
Maybe now Amelia will understand why the Centurion chose such an archaic language to express himself.
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Date: 2018-01-01 01:53 pm (UTC)When her friend finally voices her confusion, Adia can't help but giggle. Amazing how her friend both gets it and doesn't in the same breath. "Centurions are seven feet tall," she says, the beginning of a roundabout explanation. "They have machine gun ports in their wrists. Imagine one of them leaning over Caspar, a hand on his shoulder, staring at him, explaining to him in excruciating detail what will happen if he hurts me."
Maybe now Amelia will understand why the Centurion chose such an archaic language to express himself.