[ Roxy can't even really begin to understand what it's like to live in the century he does - all she knows is from history books, taught to her in school, but there's a difference between reading about something and being in the center of it. Her London is not the same as his and it never will be, and perhaps that's why she chooses not to argue with him too intensely.
Lifting her chin a little, she eyes him curiously, taking a small sip from her glass as she tries to figure out what she wants to say to him, what she wants to ask. ]
I can understand that, I think. But I also feel like life would become so lonely, only looking after oneself. And at what point does loneliness become more unbearable than surviving?
[ Roxy's not trying to pretend like she has any idea what it's like to be desperate in the sense that Cassidy means - she's been very fortunate in that she's never really had to want for anything, born with a silver spoon 'up her arse' as Eggsy once said to Harry about people like him and herself -, she just wants to understand the reasoning behind his own argument.
She glances up, the corners of her mouth curling into a soft smile, teetering on the edge of a smirk, perhaps to match his. She's aware that her answers kind of contradict with one another - she wants to save the world, but also wants to save her family from it which suggests that maybe the world isn't actually worth the effort of saving. ]
Yes. Saving the world is a pretty steep request, isn't it? So I opted for the more sensible option.
[ Not entirely true, but Roxy's not here to divulge every little detail about herself tonight, probably ever. She sips from her drink again, finishing it off and setting it back down on the nearest coaster, sliding the glass a little off to the side so it's out of the way.
When he winks and his explanation for how he came into owning the pendant sinks in, she laughs, shaking her head at him. ]
Unburdened. Please - you stole it, you bloody rogue. [ She may sound a bit disapproving, but there's still a faint sense of playfulness to her tone. She makes a small gesture with one hand. ] Go on then, why not? I'll have the same as you this time, though.
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Lifting her chin a little, she eyes him curiously, taking a small sip from her glass as she tries to figure out what she wants to say to him, what she wants to ask. ]
I can understand that, I think. But I also feel like life would become so lonely, only looking after oneself. And at what point does loneliness become more unbearable than surviving?
[ Roxy's not trying to pretend like she has any idea what it's like to be desperate in the sense that Cassidy means - she's been very fortunate in that she's never really had to want for anything, born with a silver spoon 'up her arse' as Eggsy once said to Harry about people like him and herself -, she just wants to understand the reasoning behind his own argument.
She glances up, the corners of her mouth curling into a soft smile, teetering on the edge of a smirk, perhaps to match his. She's aware that her answers kind of contradict with one another - she wants to save the world, but also wants to save her family from it which suggests that maybe the world isn't actually worth the effort of saving. ]
Yes. Saving the world is a pretty steep request, isn't it? So I opted for the more sensible option.
[ Not entirely true, but Roxy's not here to divulge every little detail about herself tonight, probably ever. She sips from her drink again, finishing it off and setting it back down on the nearest coaster, sliding the glass a little off to the side so it's out of the way.
When he winks and his explanation for how he came into owning the pendant sinks in, she laughs, shaking her head at him. ]
Unburdened. Please - you stole it, you bloody rogue. [ She may sound a bit disapproving, but there's still a faint sense of playfulness to her tone. She makes a small gesture with one hand. ] Go on then, why not? I'll have the same as you this time, though.