[It's the gentleness that lets it sink in. When she's had these conversations ("conversations") with Wilson, they end up in screaming. Here, the words penetrate, maybe because of their calm.]
[Fiona doesn't have a context for this. Where she's from, a murderer would be a very different type of man, and she can't fit that person together with Corvo. (The guy waiting outside her house in the pickup truck, gesturing threateningly when he saw her looking through the window, searching for her father-- that's not Corvo.) Absurdly, all she can remember is the money she stole from that subway woman, the one who had finally clawed her way out of South Side only to fall back in because she was dumb enough to leave her rent on the train. That woman's rent bought Debbie a new coat for the winter, one that will last her for years.]
We all got jobs. It's not like you enj- [Don't make assumptions, Fiona. She pauses, looks up at him with something like fear-- fear of his disapproval. And fear breeds anger, but she has no reason to be angry-- fear, then, breeds the necessity of confidence.] I don't know. I'm not some fucking forgotten treasure of hood wisdom. I seen cruel, and don't make the grade, but maybe it's different where you're from.
[And?] And they weren't like me if they would'a screamed. [Which is a bullshit lie, by the way, especially if he was wearing that fucking mask, but in the moment, it's true in the same way the snow on the dashboard is. It's not supposed to be there, and it may melt away, but for now it is.]
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[Fiona doesn't have a context for this. Where she's from, a murderer would be a very different type of man, and she can't fit that person together with Corvo. (The guy waiting outside her house in the pickup truck, gesturing threateningly when he saw her looking through the window, searching for her father-- that's not Corvo.) Absurdly, all she can remember is the money she stole from that subway woman, the one who had finally clawed her way out of South Side only to fall back in because she was dumb enough to leave her rent on the train. That woman's rent bought Debbie a new coat for the winter, one that will last her for years.]
We all got jobs. It's not like you enj- [Don't make assumptions, Fiona. She pauses, looks up at him with something like fear-- fear of his disapproval. And fear breeds anger, but she has no reason to be angry-- fear, then, breeds the necessity of confidence.] I don't know. I'm not some fucking forgotten treasure of hood wisdom. I seen cruel, and don't make the grade, but maybe it's different where you're from.
[And?] And they weren't like me if they would'a screamed. [Which is a bullshit lie, by the way, especially if he was wearing that fucking mask, but in the moment, it's true in the same way the snow on the dashboard is. It's not supposed to be there, and it may melt away, but for now it is.]