“I can handle myself.”
I sighed a little and planted my shovel in the ground. I had to think of a way to convince her. If I lost my patience in the face of her stubbornness, she would win the argument, and we would all lose.
The “you get to punch me if I piss you off” thing is still in effect, right?
“I know. But isn’t it better to rely on us? To actually handle this instead of going it alone, hiding and letting those fuckers have the power?”
“I’m not hiding,” she gave me an angry look. “I’m protecting-”
You’re gonna have a hard time protecting anything on your own if the E88 scale this up.
Brian interrupted her, “Protecting your dogs would mean taking them somewhere safe.”
She shook her head violently. “No. I do that, the fuckers win.”
Ah, yes, there it is.
It’s stubbornness and pride versus the caring for her dogs, and so far the former actually seems to be winning out.
“I’ve been there,” I told her. “Really, I know what you mean.
Even if my ultimate prediction was wrong, I’m going to take this as proof that I was at least partially right about the logic that led me there.
But our number one priority is keeping you and those dogs safe. Once we’ve handled that, we can focus on dealing with any threats.”
Though I suppose “protecting a friend” should’ve been in the other column.
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