[ Meanwhile she'd smile and look as sardonic as ever: she has no interest in using her power for anything but seeing her father again. Then she'll die, like she always knew she would: either under the teeth of her own nation, or under the aggressions of a nation that doesn't want to submit to the great and powerful Marley.

What he says when he leans forward actually pulls the ghost of a smile out of her. ]

Generally speaking, isn't that the wisest idea?

[ Her hands aren't clean, and while she doesn't derive any sense of pleasure out of it, killing those intent on killing her? Is... natural, to an extent. Scaring them off if it isn't personal is another option, but not always an option.

Annie would prefer a world like here, where killing isn't necessary. But she wasn't raised in that kind of world. She's just luckier in having few personal enemies, and a world full of impersonal ones. #joy

There's no judgment, at least. She taps a finger against her glass and lifts her shoulders in a small shrug, as if to say, that's the way things can go. ]

The ones who really want you dead don't stop just because you say please.