Lev nods along at the explanation of the Light, having figured out that Jean's making coffee in the Imperial style, which is the only coffee they'll go out of their way to drink. What Jean's saying about the Light seems to be more or less in line with what they'd expected, though they'd not have phrased the explanation the way Jean has.
"So like," they say, cautiously. "Your Director was right, the Light isn't ... hers to own. Or anyone's to make weapons from."
And then they wait for Jean's reaction to that. They really don't want to upset Jean again, after all, but they also anticipate that sensitively and compassionately delivering the news of "so your Director blasphemed in a way I find hard to hold in my head, because of the sheer khutzpah of what she did" might take an hour or so of carefully guided conversation.
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Lev nods along at the explanation of the Light, having figured out that Jean's making coffee in the Imperial style, which is the only coffee they'll go out of their way to drink. What Jean's saying about the Light seems to be more or less in line with what they'd expected, though they'd not have phrased the explanation the way Jean has.
"So like," they say, cautiously. "Your Director was right, the Light isn't ... hers to own. Or anyone's to make weapons from."
And then they wait for Jean's reaction to that. They really don't want to upset Jean again, after all, but they also anticipate that sensitively and compassionately delivering the news of "so your Director blasphemed in a way I find hard to hold in my head, because of the sheer khutzpah of what she did" might take an hour or so of carefully guided conversation.