Jesus might need reminding sometimes by her estimation, but she trusts him to listen.
"I need you to pay attention at the Crucible, too. I warned Amelia not to try and push her bullshit on him, to let him drive, but I don't know that she knows how to do that."
"And you think she'd listen to me if she hasn't listened to you?" He asks, dubious that he can be any more impactful than Rosita. "What have you told her so far?"
"I told her that she has to drop her own feelings or confusion about whatever the fuck happened at realignment," she answers, shrugging.
"I mean trying to force a conversation with Carver about it. She apologized, he didn't accept it, it's up to him when or if he does, and what or if he explains anything about why. I told her if she kept pushing, she and I were going to have a problem."
"She came to find me after I helped Chris in the Zoo," she explains.
"Didn't know each other at all, it's not why I did it, but she made a point of swearing she owed me a debt because I helped someone important to her. Then she turned around and pulled that shit. What advantage is there in him knowing any of it?"
She and Jesus haven't talked a lot about what happened at realignment. She's good at moving on from terrible things, packing it up and never thinking about it again, but there's legitimate anger flickering through in her voice.
"Because it involves him. Because if I fought someone over you, you'd want to know it, too." She doesn't like being left in the dark. Neither does Carver. "Why don't you want him to know?"
It's not, she knows, exactly the full answer but it's the best one she has; it hadn't even occurred to her until Jesus said something, and now everything in her is saying not to.
"I want her to leave him alone. She was forced to hurt him, fine, okay. But he deserves better than to have to keep playing nice with someone after they did. He deserves better than to have her keep poking around in it just because she wants to know more, and he doesn't want to tell anyone."
"It's not a secret," she protests. If he asked her about it, if Amelia said something or if it came up otherwise, Rosita wouldn't deny it.
"But I don't see why I'd need to go running to tell him either. Especially when talking about it fucked him up twice already on top of the actual thing."
"It doesn't have to be an in depth discussion." He looks at her evenly. "It's okay for him to know you care about him and you've got his back, Ro. It might even be good for him to hear it."
She looks back at him, and this isn't even a hard thing. It's nothing she's ashamed of, nothing she needs back from anyone, nothing even complicated on the face of it really, and still she wants to dig in her heels.
She doesn't know why. "He knows I care about him."
"Then why the hesitance about this? Is it because she's one of Grayson's?" He doubts that. Rosita is from Alexandria, they don't care much about that sort of diplomacy.
He has, for the record, never been punched for this behavior. Not that someone along the line hasn't tried, but Jesus is fast and he pays attention even when he seems relaxed.
Rosita shrugs; she would have done it anyway. She's not as forgiving as Jesus. Blood was owed after the way she saw Carver react even after the fact, heard the sound of his voice as he tried to explain and couldn't.
"Turns out we speak the same language after all." Pain was owed to even begin to feel like this could be healed from in a way that didn't end with one or more deaths.
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There is the faintest edge of warning in this; Jesus loves Vrenille. Vrenille has a lot of good qualities.
But no one is a good fit for everyone.
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And there's potential there for an alliance, if not a close friendship.
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Jesus might need reminding sometimes by her estimation, but she trusts him to listen.
"I need you to pay attention at the Crucible, too. I warned Amelia not to try and push her bullshit on him, to let him drive, but I don't know that she knows how to do that."
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"I mean trying to force a conversation with Carver about it. She apologized, he didn't accept it, it's up to him when or if he does, and what or if he explains anything about why. I told her if she kept pushing, she and I were going to have a problem."
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"It's between us. She chose that."
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"Didn't know each other at all, it's not why I did it, but she made a point of swearing she owed me a debt because I helped someone important to her. Then she turned around and pulled that shit. What advantage is there in him knowing any of it?"
She and Jesus haven't talked a lot about what happened at realignment. She's good at moving on from terrible things, packing it up and never thinking about it again, but there's legitimate anger flickering through in her voice.
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It's not, she knows, exactly the full answer but it's the best one she has; it hadn't even occurred to her until Jesus said something, and now everything in her is saying not to.
"I want her to leave him alone. She was forced to hurt him, fine, okay. But he deserves better than to have to keep playing nice with someone after they did. He deserves better than to have her keep poking around in it just because she wants to know more, and he doesn't want to tell anyone."
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"But I don't see why I'd need to go running to tell him either. Especially when talking about it fucked him up twice already on top of the actual thing."
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She doesn't know why. "He knows I care about him."
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In fact it's another part of why she stepped in.
"But he does. It's why he's keeping peace even though he shouldn't have to."
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It's a losing tactic and she knows that, but every time she offers something, Jesus hands her back a question.
"Maybe. Yes. Let's go with yes. It's not that I don't want him to know, it's that I don't see a point in specifically going to tell him."
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She would. But things between her and Jesus are different: if Jesus got into a fight with someone, she'd want to know so she could back him up.
"And it wasn't a fight. I made myself clear, I hit her one time, and we're on the same page now. She says."
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He gives her a quizzical look. "You hit her?"
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"Yeah? I should've done more, but this isn't home."
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"Turns out we speak the same language after all." Pain was owed to even begin to feel like this could be healed from in a way that didn't end with one or more deaths.
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