[Compromise is a big part of being a leader. Scott knows that he's had to compromise countless times before, but there have been moments where his show of "compromising" is just that. He wants Mavahari out of where she's trapped. He wants to make sure they get through this mission without slaughtering every part of Zymandis. If one person from their group is good, there may be others.
He's not naive. He knows that there are likely individuals who aren't good. Enough people have reminded him that Woodhurst happened. But that's the thing: even there, it was one person. They have to remember that. He has to remember that, or they might go in there and make some mistakes. He knows he has a couple of battles to fight on this front, and he knows he might end up losing them. But he has to try. That's something, right? Trying?
As it is, it's the very nature of compromise that's on his mind, keeping him distracted from the book and notes in front of him. He can't help but see meaning in the book (some Victorian novel) that links back to what he's about to fight about with his teammates. The parallels aren't even anywhere near exact, but there they are.
The knocks serve as a bit of relief for him. He can relieve himself of trying to study, and—well, it's obvious rather quickly as to which person is standing at the door. He leaves where he's sitting to open the door soon after, offering a faint smile to Giovanni.]
Hey, uh—[Their last conversation had ended on a note that meant they would talk again soon. Or less than soon, depending on where Giovanni stood on matters.] Come in? [The little upswing of his voice makes the question mark of it obvious.]
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He's not naive. He knows that there are likely individuals who aren't good. Enough people have reminded him that Woodhurst happened. But that's the thing: even there, it was one person. They have to remember that. He has to remember that, or they might go in there and make some mistakes. He knows he has a couple of battles to fight on this front, and he knows he might end up losing them. But he has to try. That's something, right? Trying?
As it is, it's the very nature of compromise that's on his mind, keeping him distracted from the book and notes in front of him. He can't help but see meaning in the book (some Victorian novel) that links back to what he's about to fight about with his teammates. The parallels aren't even anywhere near exact, but there they are.
The knocks serve as a bit of relief for him. He can relieve himself of trying to study, and—well, it's obvious rather quickly as to which person is standing at the door. He leaves where he's sitting to open the door soon after, offering a faint smile to Giovanni.]
Hey, uh—[Their last conversation had ended on a note that meant they would talk again soon. Or less than soon, depending on where Giovanni stood on matters.] Come in? [The little upswing of his voice makes the question mark of it obvious.]