Una and O'Brien in the Land of the Dead

[mrs_persson]

Who: Una and O'Brien
What: Having a chat whilst looking for their quest item in port
Where: Somewhere in Rubacalva
When: Early on in the port
Warnings: Probably none

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[mrs_persson]

She gave him a look. One of those looks with which he would be well familiar, and which, as ever, spoke volumes.

"Beatty."

[mrs_persson]

Una sighed. Of course O'Brien was taking it the wrong way; she should have expected as much.

"He wanted my help, O'Brien. He-" Well. He wasn't sorry, exactly, was he? Oh god, they really were like children sometimes. "He wanted me to try and help fix things."

[mrs_persson]

"What point do you think he was trying to make?" she asked. "He's already told me his side of it, but ... I want to know what your take on it is."

[mrs_persson]

"Do you really think that was he was trying to do?" She couldn't keep from sounding aghast. "After all this time, after all the two of you have been through together-and no, I know what you're going to say, that's what you'd have done once-do you really think his only intent was to drive you off?"

Not that she claimed to fully understand Beatty's motives herself. But she was pretty certain, from their conversation, that O'Brien had the wrong end of the stick.

[mrs_persson]

"Maybe he took it out of curiosity. Curiosity makes people do stupid, inconsiderate things, after all, even to people they otherwise wouldn't." She leaned back on the bench. "Perhaps he thought there was some way that this would actually help you."

[mrs_persson]

"I suppose it's possible," she said mildly, a tiny frown on her face. "You think he's reacting? As you've done?"

[mrs_persson]

"It's possible," she said, and then realised what he'd said. She did a double-take, staring at him in surprise.

[mrs_persson]

She blinked, coughed, and looked away.

"I beg your pardon. I was simply taken by surprise by ... well, by your self-awareness."

It could have been sarcastic. But it definitely wasn't.