[ Roxy's eyes are drawn by the subtle movement of his necklace as it swings forward and stands out from all the rest, framed in the collar of his shirt. There's nothing particularly interesting about it by itself, save for the fact that it's not quite as.. glittery as the rest of his jewelry. Or maybe it is interesting, and that's the exact reason why.
Roxy doesn't linger on it for too long. She look up at him again, her eyes narrowing slightly, not necessarily out of annoyance but perhaps a point of disagreement. She doesn't say anything right away, taking a moment instead to consider and acknowledge that he's welcome to his own opinion, and that his view may be influenced by the ways of his own time. ]
Why do you say that? That most of the world's not worth saving. Everyone is worth saving, to someone. There are far more good people than there are bad in the world, and I'd rather save the entire world than watch it all fall to pieces because a handful of people in the scope of millions don't know how to appreciate a human life.
[ Which is a difficult thing to say truthfully, because Roxy is not innocent of killing people by any means. She may not have been the one in Valentine's base, fighting off his men by any means necessary (that was Eggsy), and she may not have been the one to reverse the purpose of the microchips Valentine had inserted into the heads of every person he considered 'worth saving' (that was Merlin), but she was still a part of the team who made those calls, so it still falls on her shoulders in a way. And had she been Merlin or Eggsy, she probably wouldn't have done anything differently. It's her job to protect those who need protecting, and to take out anyone who threatens to shake the foundations.
But she's not really looking to argue too much, and she doesn't seem particularly angry or passionate in her opinion, but she's always been good about guarding herself. They're out for a drink and to reestablish a forgotten friendship, not to argue about what's really worth it.
Roxy twirls her glass slowly by the stem. His question about her family is a bit complicated to answer. What they need protection from is, essentially, herself. Not her, directly, but what she is, what she's a part of could very well put them in danger if she were to slip up around the wrong person, and she's very aware of that. Kingsman has gone almost a hundred years without anyone knowing who and what they are, but if anyone were to ever truly discover any of their identities, the easiest way to gain any sort of control would be to go for one of their families. Roxy may not be terribly close to hers, but she's not sure if she would be able to hold herself together if anything were to ever happen to any of them because of her. ]
The world. [ She shrugs a shoulder, takes another small sip from her drink. Pauses. Takes another sip, not so small. ] Nothing specific. Things happen to people all the time. Everyone wants to protect the people they care about, don't they?
[ Roxy offers a smile, tries to keep things lighthearted so he has no reason to question her further or suspect her of being something other than what she claims to be. She sits forward then, reaching out with one hand to gesture to the pendant hanging at his collar, her fingers hovering but not touching. ]
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Roxy doesn't linger on it for too long. She look up at him again, her eyes narrowing slightly, not necessarily out of annoyance but perhaps a point of disagreement. She doesn't say anything right away, taking a moment instead to consider and acknowledge that he's welcome to his own opinion, and that his view may be influenced by the ways of his own time. ]
Why do you say that? That most of the world's not worth saving. Everyone is worth saving, to someone. There are far more good people than there are bad in the world, and I'd rather save the entire world than watch it all fall to pieces because a handful of people in the scope of millions don't know how to appreciate a human life.
[ Which is a difficult thing to say truthfully, because Roxy is not innocent of killing people by any means. She may not have been the one in Valentine's base, fighting off his men by any means necessary (that was Eggsy), and she may not have been the one to reverse the purpose of the microchips Valentine had inserted into the heads of every person he considered 'worth saving' (that was Merlin), but she was still a part of the team who made those calls, so it still falls on her shoulders in a way. And had she been Merlin or Eggsy, she probably wouldn't have done anything differently. It's her job to protect those who need protecting, and to take out anyone who threatens to shake the foundations.
But she's not really looking to argue too much, and she doesn't seem particularly angry or passionate in her opinion, but she's always been good about guarding herself. They're out for a drink and to reestablish a forgotten friendship, not to argue about what's really worth it.
Roxy twirls her glass slowly by the stem. His question about her family is a bit complicated to answer. What they need protection from is, essentially, herself. Not her, directly, but what she is, what she's a part of could very well put them in danger if she were to slip up around the wrong person, and she's very aware of that. Kingsman has gone almost a hundred years without anyone knowing who and what they are, but if anyone were to ever truly discover any of their identities, the easiest way to gain any sort of control would be to go for one of their families. Roxy may not be terribly close to hers, but she's not sure if she would be able to hold herself together if anything were to ever happen to any of them because of her. ]
The world. [ She shrugs a shoulder, takes another small sip from her drink. Pauses. Takes another sip, not so small. ] Nothing specific. Things happen to people all the time. Everyone wants to protect the people they care about, don't they?
[ Roxy offers a smile, tries to keep things lighthearted so he has no reason to question her further or suspect her of being something other than what she claims to be. She sits forward then, reaching out with one hand to gesture to the pendant hanging at his collar, her fingers hovering but not touching. ]
Does this have any sort of significance?