the change in your face [when anger shows]

[didorothy]

[Have you, gentle reader, ever wanted to know what barely contained, borderline homocidal rage sounds like when delivered in John Simm's delightful Mancunian accent? Then here is your chance!]

There is a savannah. Outside of Manchester.

A savannah. Outside. Of Manchester.

Everywhere.

With cheetahs!

Gene Hunt, I am going to gut you, and when I'm done I'll have 'em prepared for your funeral so your Missus doesn't have to cook.

Comments

[madamemoiselle]

...Sam...Are you going to do something? You shouldn't worry about it.

[didorothy]

I'm not going to do nothing, Diva.

[madamemoiselle]

Ne, but doing nothing...That way, no one is hurt. Even if Sam doesn't like, or maybe even hates Amshel, I still...I don't want to hurt him. Or you.

[didorothy]

Doing nothing means you get hurt. It means innocent people get hurt because he turns you against them. Inaction is as much a choice as action, and I'm just as responsible for it.

[madamemoiselle]

...Maybe that's true, but...Sam, I'm worried that you don't understand just...what we are. I'm afraid that if you confront Amshel, ne, Sam will die.

[didorothy]

I'm not going in without a plan, Diva.

[madamemoiselle]

{Haha liar} Ne, I don't think I want you to go in at all.

[didorothy]

I can't let this go on, Diva.

[madamemoiselle]

Why not?

[didorothy]

Because it's driving me mad just sitting here waiting.

[madamemoiselle]

Waiting for what? For it to just get better?

{She steps closer and takes his hands very carefully, as if they were made of glass} It won't. Not even if Amshel dies. But no matter what happens, I can deal with it, just like I have before. Ne, but that's why I don't want Sam to do something...stupid, I guess. I want Sam to live. Amshel wants Sam to die. If Sam even said his name, then you'd be dead. Amshel is scary, but that's why I want Sam to be safe.