[ after their text conversation about the ethics of piracy, it's only natural that their face to face conversation would take a similar path. cassidy can't say he's sorry for it, either; he likes hearing her talk, and part of him enjoys the thrill of debate. they're separated by more than just a table. they're separated by three hundred years, by differing circumstances that led him to become a pirate fighting against his country and her an agent fighting in service of her country ( not that he knows that part — yet ). there's always bound to be things upon which they disagree. it's part of what makes her so interesting.
he arches a brow, though the hint of a smile remains on his lips. ] That'd be so? You're an honest lass, I grant it. [ he doesn't mean truthful, but rather good and decent. ] Maybe there be more good than bad people, as you say. For my part, I think not of people as good or bad. From whence I come, people be rich or desperate, and far more of them's desperate as not. No one thinks of saving everyone else who can't hardly feed or clothe hisself. [ he pauses, then tips his hand. ] Or, herself. You see?
[ it's a reference, once again, to the broken economy of the post-war world he inhabits. a world where there are more orphaned children on the streets than animals, where men and young boys are press-ganged onto navy ships, where sailors are paid shit wages and treated worse, and wealthy merchants sell men, women, and children like cargo. a world where honest people, by any definition of the word, don't normally last long.
these reasons still might not justify piracy in roxy's eyes, but they might shed some light on it at any rate. if their situations were reversed, maybe roxy still wouldn't have made the choices cassidy did. maybe there are good and bad people, and she's one type and he's the other.
at the very least, he's not terrible enough for her to quit his company. that's all that matters for the moment. her answer again brings that smirk to his lips. ] The world, is it? Be that the very world you're wanting to save? [ even if her answer weren't vague, he would know she's not being entirely candid. she always did seem to be hiding something. maybe she'll be more forthcoming with the truth after a few more martinis.
besides, it's not like she's the only one that's hiding things. he doesn't stop her from reaching across the table for his pendant, though there's a subtle shift in his expression. it's a locket, really, though that might not be readily apparent from the outside. ]
This trinket? [ pinching the pendant between his fingers, he glances down at it for a moment. ] To someone, perhaps. I... unburdened a poor captain of it after his ship fall victim to a roving bunch of bloody rogues.
[ with a wink, he pushes his empty glass aside and scoots his chair back, so he and his pendant are out of roxy's reach. ]
no subject
he arches a brow, though the hint of a smile remains on his lips. ] That'd be so? You're an honest lass, I grant it. [ he doesn't mean truthful, but rather good and decent. ] Maybe there be more good than bad people, as you say. For my part, I think not of people as good or bad. From whence I come, people be rich or desperate, and far more of them's desperate as not. No one thinks of saving everyone else who can't hardly feed or clothe hisself. [ he pauses, then tips his hand. ] Or, herself. You see?
[ it's a reference, once again, to the broken economy of the post-war world he inhabits. a world where there are more orphaned children on the streets than animals, where men and young boys are press-ganged onto navy ships, where sailors are paid shit wages and treated worse, and wealthy merchants sell men, women, and children like cargo. a world where honest people, by any definition of the word, don't normally last long.
these reasons still might not justify piracy in roxy's eyes, but they might shed some light on it at any rate. if their situations were reversed, maybe roxy still wouldn't have made the choices cassidy did. maybe there are good and bad people, and she's one type and he's the other.
at the very least, he's not terrible enough for her to quit his company. that's all that matters for the moment. her answer again brings that smirk to his lips. ] The world, is it? Be that the very world you're wanting to save? [ even if her answer weren't vague, he would know she's not being entirely candid. she always did seem to be hiding something. maybe she'll be more forthcoming with the truth after a few more martinis.
besides, it's not like she's the only one that's hiding things. he doesn't stop her from reaching across the table for his pendant, though there's a subtle shift in his expression. it's a locket, really, though that might not be readily apparent from the outside. ]
This trinket? [ pinching the pendant between his fingers, he glances down at it for a moment. ] To someone, perhaps. I... unburdened a poor captain of it after his ship fall victim to a roving bunch of bloody rogues.
[ with a wink, he pushes his empty glass aside and scoots his chair back, so he and his pendant are out of roxy's reach. ]
Care you for another drink?