[Well, if her given goal has been to dampen the lightening mood, Peggy can consider her job well done. Of course calling to mind the too recent past pushes Rip into silence for a moment. He remembers the day well, and his offer of apology after. Rip hums and steals another drink, longer than the last, the guilt that had been temporarily forgotten rising closer to the surface anew.
Not that it ever strays far, even if it's not foremost.
But it does raise an interesting point in context of the prior conversation—for in the end, what Peggy has not so slyly accomplished is to turn that spotlight away from herself completely. Rip can wallow and mope with the best of them, to be sure, but he's also one of a curious mind.
Questioning still, just what that first word might be.]
Yet I doubt it was mercy that stayed your hand. [She'd offered up the evidence; Rip in turn feels it fair to call her bluff. He can make his guesses as to why she might have opted for what she had, but what better answer than what Peggy says, or doesn't say, when confronted directly?] We never did discuss why you chose to lower your gun that day rather than use it.
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Not that it ever strays far, even if it's not foremost.
But it does raise an interesting point in context of the prior conversation—for in the end, what Peggy has not so slyly accomplished is to turn that spotlight away from herself completely. Rip can wallow and mope with the best of them, to be sure, but he's also one of a curious mind.
Questioning still, just what that first word might be.]
Yet I doubt it was mercy that stayed your hand. [She'd offered up the evidence; Rip in turn feels it fair to call her bluff. He can make his guesses as to why she might have opted for what she had, but what better answer than what Peggy says, or doesn't say, when confronted directly?] We never did discuss why you chose to lower your gun that day rather than use it.