[ by contrast, peggy's isolation was never an institutional one -- there was no one breathing down her neck at any of the letter-agencies she'd worked for. instead of being told she couldn't form attachments, attachments were practically expected of her. after all, she'd met her ex-fiance while working for british military.
but then peggy carter went to war in earnest. it was active and it was consuming, and there was hardly any energy leftover for attachments of any sort. there were exceptions, of course -- the howling commandos chief among them. peggy would never hesitate to call those men her dear friends. but after the war...? well. being a spy during wartime and being one afterward were two very different beasts. the former required her to lie to the king's enemies; the latter required her to lie to would-be friends. it was a self-imposed isolation already dissected and displayed by her shadow-self, and one she's not keen to revist this morning.
and so it's fortunate that rip isn't talking about the soe or the ssr. he's talking about his own experiences serving as a time master. more accurately (although neither of them say the word), he's talking about his family. rip's attachments. and it's an unwarranted reaction, yes, but peggy suffers an extra roil of guilt at the thought.
oh, this is all such an inconvenient turn of events. inconvenient enough to remind peggy that they will need to talk about it, and soon. if only to put the inconvenience to rest.
rip turns back around. peggy straightens her spine and sits primly once more, this time folding her hands uselessly in her lap. so your solution is to remove yourself from the people you wish to protect? her mouth twitches down into a frown, and she stops herself from parroting another man's words. how ridiculous that she should only begin to see the true wisdom in them now that she's far far away from mister edwin jarvis. ]
I'm starting to see from whence the arrogance comes.
[ she pipes up, and if she winces it's only because of her thundering headache and little to do with any ill feelings surrounding the accusation. she'd called him as much, last night while they were both drunk, and it seems she believes the word still applies. this time, however, it's not hurled like a weapon. she's not trying to outfox anyone.
merely trying to make it through the morning without getting sick all over his sofa. ]
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but then peggy carter went to war in earnest. it was active and it was consuming, and there was hardly any energy leftover for attachments of any sort. there were exceptions, of course -- the howling commandos chief among them. peggy would never hesitate to call those men her dear friends. but after the war...? well. being a spy during wartime and being one afterward were two very different beasts. the former required her to lie to the king's enemies; the latter required her to lie to would-be friends. it was a self-imposed isolation already dissected and displayed by her shadow-self, and one she's not keen to revist this morning.
and so it's fortunate that rip isn't talking about the soe or the ssr. he's talking about his own experiences serving as a time master. more accurately (although neither of them say the word), he's talking about his family. rip's attachments. and it's an unwarranted reaction, yes, but peggy suffers an extra roil of guilt at the thought.
oh, this is all such an inconvenient turn of events. inconvenient enough to remind peggy that they will need to talk about it, and soon. if only to put the inconvenience to rest.
rip turns back around. peggy straightens her spine and sits primly once more, this time folding her hands uselessly in her lap. so your solution is to remove yourself from the people you wish to protect? her mouth twitches down into a frown, and she stops herself from parroting another man's words. how ridiculous that she should only begin to see the true wisdom in them now that she's far far away from mister edwin jarvis. ]
I'm starting to see from whence the arrogance comes.
[ she pipes up, and if she winces it's only because of her thundering headache and little to do with any ill feelings surrounding the accusation. she'd called him as much, last night while they were both drunk, and it seems she believes the word still applies. this time, however, it's not hurled like a weapon. she's not trying to outfox anyone.
merely trying to make it through the morning without getting sick all over his sofa. ]