The Judge remained silent once more as Inessa presented her "solution," or the general lack thereof, to him. A solution, by definition, solved a problem by providing an answer to the matter at hand. Doing nothing beyond using the plight of the refugees as a talking piece to complain about was not a solution to said matter at hand. She even went so far as to say she did not care about them, yet the vehemence in her words when talking about them showed that she clearly did. Even if it was in a negative connotation.
Jredthys' eyes narrowed behind the visor of his helmet. She was being disingenuous and dishonest to either him or herself, and quite possibly both. One thing he was absolutely certain of what that she needed to be more clear and defined about the matter; either by presenting a solution to the problem or ceasing to bemoan there not being a solution. After all, by not providing a valid solution, you revoked any claim to complain about it. She had failed to proved such a solution, ergo she could not - and should not - whine about it.
And yet here she was, doing just that while also trying to flippantly state that she didn't care either way.
She was trying to remain gray, he realized. The Judge hated gray. One was supposed to choose one path or the other and accept the results of the choice, not seek to hop back and forth between them as the situation suited them. It was dishonest and, more importantly to Jredthys, it was improper. That was not how you did things.
There was a light snapping sound as the stem of the wine glass broke beneath his grip. The conical upper half clattered into the wood of the bar top and rolled around in circles making a horrid grinding sound for its duration. When it finally came to a stop, the stub of the stem that had remained attached was pointed rather accusingly at Inessa. Not that wine glass could have an opinion - much less half of one - but it certainly seemed like it.
"NO," the Judge intoned curtly. "THAT IS NO SOLUTION."
Jredthys' eyes narrowed behind the visor of his helmet. She was being disingenuous and dishonest to either him or herself, and quite possibly both. One thing he was absolutely certain of what that she needed to be more clear and defined about the matter; either by presenting a solution to the problem or ceasing to bemoan there not being a solution. After all, by not providing a valid solution, you revoked any claim to complain about it. She had failed to proved such a solution, ergo she could not - and should not - whine about it.
And yet here she was, doing just that while also trying to flippantly state that she didn't care either way.
She was trying to remain gray, he realized. The Judge hated gray. One was supposed to choose one path or the other and accept the results of the choice, not seek to hop back and forth between them as the situation suited them. It was dishonest and, more importantly to Jredthys, it was improper. That was not how you did things.
There was a light snapping sound as the stem of the wine glass broke beneath his grip. The conical upper half clattered into the wood of the bar top and rolled around in circles making a horrid grinding sound for its duration. When it finally came to a stop, the stub of the stem that had remained attached was pointed rather accusingly at Inessa. Not that wine glass could have an opinion - much less half of one - but it certainly seemed like it.
"NO," the Judge intoned curtly. "THAT IS NO SOLUTION."
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