That would depend on how much of a fool you think I am.
( Nynaeve says, stepping out from the opening between parallel lines of the maze, tone perfectly level, and perfectly serious. One hand rests at where the long knife at her hip hangs, while the other finds the end of her braid, tugging at it as she makes her slow, soft-stepped entrance to the section of the maze he's in. )
If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead already, wouldn't you?
( Factual, but not an easy fact: Nynaeve doesn't have the driving need to see someone she's saved die, let alone in a pointless place and space like this. Anything else tangled in can be ignored, and summarily is for the moment.
Her lips twitch into something like a grimace rather than a smile, eyes flicking to the piled tablets. )
I have no intention of undoing my hard work.
( This place, on the other hand, might delight in the chance. No, not might. After the dead they'd been fighting in Yancai, it would definitely delight in the chance. )
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( Nynaeve says, stepping out from the opening between parallel lines of the maze, tone perfectly level, and perfectly serious. One hand rests at where the long knife at her hip hangs, while the other finds the end of her braid, tugging at it as she makes her slow, soft-stepped entrance to the section of the maze he's in. )
If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead already, wouldn't you?
( Factual, but not an easy fact: Nynaeve doesn't have the driving need to see someone she's saved die, let alone in a pointless place and space like this. Anything else tangled in can be ignored, and summarily is for the moment.
Her lips twitch into something like a grimace rather than a smile, eyes flicking to the piled tablets. )
I have no intention of undoing my hard work.
( This place, on the other hand, might delight in the chance. No, not might. After the dead they'd been fighting in Yancai, it would definitely delight in the chance. )