[Irene paled a touch at his description, but the more he went on talking, the more her face hardened. Her voice held a sharp undercurrent] You think you're so smart, but you know nothing about me other than what's in that little file of yours. I haven't been through hell and back, but I've come pretty damned close. So forgive me, but unless you're planning to toss me straight into the fiery furnace, I'll save my fear for something more deserving.
[She stood] And what about you, then? You are far from perfect, from what I can tell. After all, you're here with the rest of us mere mortals. Separated from divine grace. Fallen, one might even say? I don't know, you tell me. I mean, after all, you have my file. I should have the right to know who the hell you think you are.
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Date: 2010-02-17 06:36 am (UTC)[She stood] And what about you, then? You are far from perfect, from what I can tell. After all, you're here with the rest of us mere mortals. Separated from divine grace. Fallen, one might even say? I don't know, you tell me. I mean, after all, you have my file. I should have the right to know who the hell you think you are.