[ olivia quiets for a moment. though her anger still persists, she finds herself losing her confidence the more uruz persists, giving into her natural tendency to defer to authority. she wishes she had gone with the audio function instead, now unable to glance up from her gaze on her feet. ]

That's... That's still not the point, [ she keeps trying, though now her voice is a low mumble. it's not that she thinks the children are helpless — hell, some of them are even sturdier and heartier than her! ] Anyone's capable, if you push them hard enough, but. [ she worries her bottom lip, absently fidgeting with one of her braids. ] But just because they can handle it, doesn't mean you have to put them through it.

[ even if they could potentially face such dangers later one, so what? what's the point in putting them under such duress now? it all seemed so unnecessary to her. cruel and unnecessary. ]