"You tell me you can honestly look her in the face and wish all this shavit on her," Plourr snarls.

This is her protective snap, her metaphorical hackles raised. It's not something that Rial regularly has directed at him. Or, well, ever has directed at him.

"If she goes through life and she gets educated and she chooses it, fine; it's her life. But I'm not going to sit here and tell her she was born for only one thing and it's her goddamn birthright and she's got to do it."