“Do you believe everything you are told by strangers?” “You're not a stranger.” “You’re not naive, but it seems you have a fault for not doubting intentions.” “Sounds like you very kindly called me naive.” “Kindness is not what I’m known for.” “Obviously,” she muttered under her breath. He narrowed his eyes on her. “Where did they find you?” “I found them.” “That explains most of it.”
The dialogue is so… inexpressive. I’m having a hard time pinpointing exactly what about it I’m disliking so much. It’s bland and terse, yet out of nowhere comes a verbose run-on sentence of pretentious word vomit that falls short of the profound philosophical air it’s clearly trying to exude. I need them to loosen up a bit and calm the fuck down with the ostentatious pretense.
