( Maxim's narcissism keeps him from catching his sister's shell-shocked demeanor (2), while (16) Ezra catches real emotion coming from a woman he once thought an enemy.
Fall, Winter or Spring?
He can't miss his sister's outburst, her questions, not when she's falling apart in front of them. His hand comes to her knee to steady her. )
We do, Jaq. We all do. They said Winter. It's not Winter. So. We have time.
( He looks to his father. )
And it's going to be our decision. Not yours. Not that any of this really is our decision. This is the one decision we get to have, so, let us have it. ( That cockiness itches again. ) Not Ezra, Ezra, you don't get a choice in the matter. Feels good, doesn't it. How fleeting that freedom of yours is?
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Fall, Winter or Spring?
He can't miss his sister's outburst, her questions, not when she's falling apart in front of them. His hand comes to her knee to steady her. )
We do, Jaq. We all do. They said Winter. It's not Winter. So. We have time.
( He looks to his father. )
And it's going to be our decision. Not yours. Not that any of this really is our decision. This is the one decision we get to have, so, let us have it. ( That cockiness itches again. ) Not Ezra, Ezra, you don't get a choice in the matter. Feels good, doesn't it. How fleeting that freedom of yours is?