[She listens, intently, wanting to understand what could make him demand that she be afraid. All she hears though is a tragic story. Nothing for her to be afraid of, just something that makes her ache. Of course that object was a rifle... he didn't know anything else.]
'Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it.'
[Elizabeth looks up at Gai, looks at his chest as though she might see a gun there. Then she steps forward and lays her ear against his heart, and listens.]
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'Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it.'
[Elizabeth looks up at Gai, looks at his chest as though she might see a gun there. Then she steps forward and lays her ear against his heart, and listens.]
Are you going to knife me in back, Gai?