Dahlia is unmoved by the explanation. More than that, she almost seems angrier as he speaks, muddled with pain.
He doesn't get it. And the distance she worked so hard to close feels freshly wedged open.
"Oh, how noble of you." Her voice is cold with rage. "I'm so glad that you felt that sparing your little friend from the reprocussions of the reputation of the person THEY CHOSE to allign themself with was a good enough reason to undercut my feelings and my agency by doling out fucking coupons. You must think me incredibly childish, to think that I'd just let my feelings about Neil West cause me to leave my neighbors to suffer. I didn't even have to know it was them! You could have just respected me enough to come to me and say, 'Hey, Dahl, some people trying to protect the town need some financial aid, can you help?' But clearly you didn't think I'd do that for whatever reason and just started throwing around promises on my behalf without asking using half-baked bullshit like THIS."
Her voice echoes strangely through the empty halls of her home as she crescendos to a yell, ripping up the letter. The sound is almost otherworldly, and she doesn't sound like herself anymore. Tears stream down her face, bitter and hurt.
"And it would have been so easy for you to just listen to me, telling you that you’d hurt me and fucking apologizing, but goddess forbid you take accountability for this and tell me you're sorry you made me feel USED! No, no, you have to stand there looking like a FUCKING tin soldier telling me how you were RIGHT to do this to me, how this pain you've caused me is a kindness. Well I'm not your fucking bargaining chip, so if you trust Jean so much more than you trust me, then go stay with them."
She throws the paper fragments at Ianto, turns on her heel, and storms off into a room whose door she slams. Then she slumps against the door and weeps.
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He doesn't get it. And the distance she worked so hard to close feels freshly wedged open.
"Oh, how noble of you." Her voice is cold with rage. "I'm so glad that you felt that sparing your little friend from the reprocussions of the reputation of the person THEY CHOSE to allign themself with was a good enough reason to undercut my feelings and my agency by doling out fucking coupons. You must think me incredibly childish, to think that I'd just let my feelings about Neil West cause me to leave my neighbors to suffer. I didn't even have to know it was them! You could have just respected me enough to come to me and say, 'Hey, Dahl, some people trying to protect the town need some financial aid, can you help?' But clearly you didn't think I'd do that for whatever reason and just started throwing around promises on my behalf without asking using half-baked bullshit like THIS."
Her voice echoes strangely through the empty halls of her home as she crescendos to a yell, ripping up the letter. The sound is almost otherworldly, and she doesn't sound like herself anymore. Tears stream down her face, bitter and hurt.
"And it would have been so easy for you to just listen to me, telling you that you’d hurt me and fucking apologizing, but goddess forbid you take accountability for this and tell me you're sorry you made me feel USED! No, no, you have to stand there looking like a FUCKING tin soldier telling me how you were RIGHT to do this to me, how this pain you've caused me is a kindness. Well I'm not your fucking bargaining chip, so if you trust Jean so much more than you trust me, then go stay with them."
She throws the paper fragments at Ianto, turns on her heel, and storms off into a room whose door she slams. Then she slumps against the door and weeps.