02-12-2016, 10:45 AM
Aadibah had to physically pause at that reaction, eyes wide and head slightly tilting back, and let it defuse as soon as possible. I just thanked him... and he's upset... Westerners have always been strange.
The engineer pondered her next words carefully, seeking to ease the situation and let Connor know that she appreciated his assistance. Considering her history, in fact right now was probably the only time she'd taken to actually reflect on the war she'd been fighting, Aadibah was definitely not the most conservative of Muslim women. Well, joining the military usually stripped anyone of their original gender, grouping all the members of an army into a single identity: "soldier". Not man, women, Christian, Jewish, Muslim, dark or light skin, just soldier. At least in her experience. Though the American marines that she had worked with never really behaved quite like this, but then again Connor wasn't American from what had been gathered.
"Well, I am leading a war effort in the Arabian peninsula against the Russians and Syrians." Aadbiah stated, "And you can't exactly lay down and pray in the middle of a warzone at the proper time, only thank Allah you're still alive and..." A momentary flash of memory, "...just go right back into the shit." She took another bite of her gyro. "Eating this meat, which was already offered to me in a show of kindness, definitely isn't the worst thing I've done."
My hands are stained with blood, new friend of mine. You aren't the one who needs to worry about being respectful.
However, throughout the entire dialogue, Aadibah's eyes never once fell on Connor's own. Instead they were locked on the knife that had suddenly appeared out of thin air. They were a combination of recognition, wariness, and wonderment.
The engineer pondered her next words carefully, seeking to ease the situation and let Connor know that she appreciated his assistance. Considering her history, in fact right now was probably the only time she'd taken to actually reflect on the war she'd been fighting, Aadibah was definitely not the most conservative of Muslim women. Well, joining the military usually stripped anyone of their original gender, grouping all the members of an army into a single identity: "soldier". Not man, women, Christian, Jewish, Muslim, dark or light skin, just soldier. At least in her experience. Though the American marines that she had worked with never really behaved quite like this, but then again Connor wasn't American from what had been gathered.
"Well, I am leading a war effort in the Arabian peninsula against the Russians and Syrians." Aadbiah stated, "And you can't exactly lay down and pray in the middle of a warzone at the proper time, only thank Allah you're still alive and..." A momentary flash of memory, "...just go right back into the shit." She took another bite of her gyro. "Eating this meat, which was already offered to me in a show of kindness, definitely isn't the worst thing I've done."
My hands are stained with blood, new friend of mine. You aren't the one who needs to worry about being respectful.
However, throughout the entire dialogue, Aadibah's eyes never once fell on Connor's own. Instead they were locked on the knife that had suddenly appeared out of thin air. They were a combination of recognition, wariness, and wonderment.
Such terror you are facing
Isn't it wonderful?
Isn't it wonderful?