"Contrary to your belief, I'm not stupid, I have been following the conversation, and I didn't look at the other column because I knew it would be some stupid answer due to the fact that you're taking this a bit far," Nida countered, and there is an edge to his voice.
Tired of Malik's shit, annoyed, not amused at being questioned. A tone not too far from a young Altair, self-assured with himself and his abilities.
"I'm well aware of the fact that the people here are not from my home. I get that reinforced every single time one of you 'adults' gets it in your head to have a bone to pick with the fact that I've been raised to be a mercenary and assassin since I was eight. Child soldiers just gets people so amused here. So I've seen a lot of willfully ignorant assumptions that people's experiences are the only ones that matter. I do embrace that there are other points of knowledge, because I'm also trained to gather that knowledge, even if I don't have a client I'm working for at this moment. But you?"
He's working up a good head of steam here, and the thing is? It's not normally how Nida deals with this sort of thing. At all. But Malik's got him after almost a month and a half of getting wound up by people over his age, over his experiences, and in no small part over the fact that he is not trained for a situation quite like this. It's a sore spot he was mocked for not long after arrival, and he's been keeping it to himself.
"You're the willfully arrogant asshole who has decided to start by judging me for a training regime suitable to my world, one which I have tried to maintain in part because heavy lifting is required in this place beyond combat, and it's part of maintaining discipline. First rule of getting lost behind enemy lines is to keep fucking discipline. Because anything else might get you killed. It was a comment and you're the one turning it into a thing. Why is that? Are you just bored? Or is this the only way you can get your rocks off with Altair's attention on younger one-armed men?"
Re: Malik
Tired of Malik's shit, annoyed, not amused at being questioned. A tone not too far from a young Altair, self-assured with himself and his abilities.
"I'm well aware of the fact that the people here are not from my home. I get that reinforced every single time one of you 'adults' gets it in your head to have a bone to pick with the fact that I've been raised to be a mercenary and assassin since I was eight. Child soldiers just gets people so amused here. So I've seen a lot of willfully ignorant assumptions that people's experiences are the only ones that matter. I do embrace that there are other points of knowledge, because I'm also trained to gather that knowledge, even if I don't have a client I'm working for at this moment. But you?"
He's working up a good head of steam here, and the thing is? It's not normally how Nida deals with this sort of thing. At all. But Malik's got him after almost a month and a half of getting wound up by people over his age, over his experiences, and in no small part over the fact that he is not trained for a situation quite like this. It's a sore spot he was mocked for not long after arrival, and he's been keeping it to himself.
"You're the willfully arrogant asshole who has decided to start by judging me for a training regime suitable to my world, one which I have tried to maintain in part because heavy lifting is required in this place beyond combat, and it's part of maintaining discipline. First rule of getting lost behind enemy lines is to keep fucking discipline. Because anything else might get you killed. It was a comment and you're the one turning it into a thing. Why is that? Are you just bored? Or is this the only way you can get your rocks off with Altair's attention on younger one-armed men?"