Stay in the box. [...] No. Stay in the bo- Stay-
[And that's when Sigmund realizes the journal already started recording while he was distracted.]
Sokka
I need workspace in the smithy. Stay out of my way. I won't be in yours.
Simon
Come to the smithy later. I need to fit you for something.
Katara
We will speak tonight. After dark, past the southern edge of town. If you are willing.
[Sigmund will not be home today until quite late, so the chances of catching him are slim. But everyone will find a neatly handwritten note slipped under their door, to the effect of "I made you something. It is in the kitchen. Your name is on the jars." And, as the notes said, there are three little pyramids of six squatty little jars each on the kitchen table. And in those jars... is pie. Portable pie. Sigmund-cooked portable pie. For Capell and Katie, apple. For Edward, venison and mutton.
...Pie.]
[And that's when Sigmund realizes the journal already started recording while he was distracted.]
Sokka
I need workspace in the smithy. Stay out of my way. I won't be in yours.
Simon
Come to the smithy later. I need to fit you for something.
Katara
We will speak tonight. After dark, past the southern edge of town. If you are willing.
[Sigmund will not be home today until quite late, so the chances of catching him are slim. But everyone will find a neatly handwritten note slipped under their door, to the effect of "I made you something. It is in the kitchen. Your name is on the jars." And, as the notes said, there are three little pyramids of six squatty little jars each on the kitchen table. And in those jars... is pie. Portable pie. Sigmund-cooked portable pie. For Capell and Katie, apple. For Edward, venison and mutton.
...Pie.]
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I don't understand a lot of what you're saying. But it seems to me like you're telling me you're two separate people, who only later realized that you're really the same. And I don't know what to do about that.
[Read: On the one hand, you're a monster. On the other, you're apparently a hero. Confusing.]
But this does explain why you lied to me, and for that I thank you.
[...probably just one of you, because the thought of thanking a father who issued the murder of his own son turns her stomach. But Capell is alive. He's alive and he loves Sigmund. And Sigmund is almost rabidly protective over him. And this isn't their world.
...but that doesn't mean she has to like it. Or him. Her eyes take on a pained, narrow cast as her headache increases along with the feelings of disgust for what he's done.
...but this isn't their world. And Sigmund is more than just that one part. A colossal, arrogant, jerk - yes, at times. But evil? ...that was a harder call. And one she's not sure she's ready to make.]
There is nothing to be done.
[Sigmund is... not as beyond caring what others think of him as he would have people believe, but he is swiftly moving beyond caring what Katara in particular thinks of him. Maybe it's a defense mechanism. Or maybe he just has his doubts that this is actually the end of the matter, though she's certainly done discussing it with him.
If there's one thing that will make him think less of a person, it's treating Capell roughly... which would explain so much about him, really.]
This matter is still private - keep it to yourself. Capell's life has been hard enough. He doesn't deserve to be treated as a curiosity, or looked down upon for my mistakes.
[Although it's not said, "so you should stay away from him" is implicit in the tone. It doesn't matter how helpful she was or will be. This has been more than enough mistrust and meddling for his taste.]
You're an idiot sometimes, Sigmund. Do you really think I care at all about your world's stupid prejudices except for the fact that they're wrong? Capell is Capell, and what he was born with or without doesn't change that. If anyone 'deserves to be looked down upon' for your choices it's you and that is what I was trying to decide what to do about.
[A pause to glare at him.]
We're not exactly friends, but I thought there was some point where we'd at least earned each other's respect, which is why you chose to tell me all this in the first place, so I thought you'd want to know. [And that same feeling of being sick combined with the contrast - that he would be so self-righteously protective over the child he'd cast aside... she's not sure if it infuriates her more or moves her heart to pity, but disgust crosses her face as she just slowly... shakes her head.]
I'll respect the confidence you shared with me [as long as it doesn't hurt anyone else].
I'm glad about one thing - that the two of you are getting a chance to be a family now. That's Capell's choice, and I respect it.
[She's not sure she would be strong enough to do that, if the positions were reversed. She's not even sure he's right to do it. In fact, something inside her twists with the wrongness of it. But she does respect it. So she's glad... for Capell's sake. You, Sigmund? She just doesn't know, but at least she's pretty sure you're not going to chuck him in the river again. That's something.
And with that she'll continue to walk away.]