If you truly had bothered to fight, you might damn well know that there never was a difference. [ And it's boomed out in a rage, vicious twisting in her gut. Rightly or wrongly, she is well and truly furious now, even if the question is in earnest. ]
What happens, what happens when you assassinate someone? Do you know? Have you snuck into a Lord's house and poisoned his supper? I do, he goes down to Whitechapel, he gathers up his staff, everyone they know, they torture them for days on end, and then they execute whoever seems guilty. The blood is still on your hands. The blood will always be on your hands. Or worse, perhaps, like when I helped take down that Tevinter prat, perhaps you kill a man, and a day later, the enemy takes over the city anyway and means exactly nothing. I was stupid enough to think I could kill one English Politician and that would stop the trade laws that starved thousands of people in my home land. The law was passed anyway. Nothing changes, not if you're not willing to fight for it. Not unless you're prepared to give it all to your struggle.
[ Means, how many people Kitty, do you think I've killed? ]
My people were. The Whitechapel rebels were. They were prepared to die for their freedom. So far Kitty, all you do, is preach and give nothing of yourself. Silly girls with pretty faces belong on shelves, not lecturing about morals when they cannot even be ready to give their own life for the things they believe in.
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Date: 2019-02-01 02:02 pm (UTC)What happens, what happens when you assassinate someone? Do you know? Have you snuck into a Lord's house and poisoned his supper? I do, he goes down to Whitechapel, he gathers up his staff, everyone they know, they torture them for days on end, and then they execute whoever seems guilty. The blood is still on your hands. The blood will always be on your hands. Or worse, perhaps, like when I helped take down that Tevinter prat, perhaps you kill a man, and a day later, the enemy takes over the city anyway and means exactly nothing. I was stupid enough to think I could kill one English Politician and that would stop the trade laws that starved thousands of people in my home land. The law was passed anyway. Nothing changes, not if you're not willing to fight for it. Not unless you're prepared to give it all to your struggle.
[ Means, how many people Kitty, do you think I've killed? ]
My people were. The Whitechapel rebels were. They were prepared to die for their freedom. So far Kitty, all you do, is preach and give nothing of yourself. Silly girls with pretty faces belong on shelves, not lecturing about morals when they cannot even be ready to give their own life for the things they believe in.