<Gloat? You can be so insufferable sometimes. Your incarceration was never something that would've been difficult to accomplish. In fact I did not know you had been incarcerated until a few moments ago. And I had not heard anything about starving anyone. I do not believe even Temrash would be so rash, though I admit I do not know him well.> Ossanlin gently presses a palm against the force-field.
<You on the other hand are nothing if not rash. Quick to make decisions and quick to regret them most of the time. You trust no one, even when they bend in half trying to help you to improve your life. You might feel safer that way, but trust goes both ways Terenia. If you never trust anyone, no one will trust you. You will be alone with your misery for the rest of your natural life. The rebellion is based on trust, if you truly want to join them, you're going to have to learn to trust again.> Ossanlin takes a deep breath. <I've given up trying to show you that there are those who would care about you. I've stopped trying to make you see that I am different. It is impossible to make you believe such things and so you will always hate me. If that is the way you want it, that is the way it will be. If you do not want any assistance from me, you'll have none. I will be as callous and cold to you as you want me to be, because no matter how many times I prove your preconceptions wrong, you'll not change the way you think or feel. I still have a duty to Efaen, however, and I cannot abandon her. There is the matter of whether she is still voluntary, and until I'm certain I've spoken with her and her alone, I will not relent.> Ossanlin delivers his "speech" in soft, concerned tones with not even a hint of anger. He feels none, not anymore, not at her.