This happens directly after Consillium
The portal between the jungle and the grassy plain of West's ranch shimmered slightly. The difference in temperature, humidity, and pressure was tangible; passing through was like rising out of a pool, cooler, lighter. The high sun shifted suddenly, falling lower, earlier, and the shadows swung outward.
In a smooth motion, West ejected the MP5's cartridge and shouldered the weapon, slipping the cartidge into a belt. He wiped a hand across his forehead, and took off the sunglasses before turning to Vaeltia.
"Apprentice."
West wrestled with his thoughts, thinking of his training, arcane and military, wondering what would work with Vaeltia, with the shadow of Animus still looming. To temper, without breaking.
"What you do reflects on me, for better or worse. As long as I am your Master, I will support you and take full responsibility for whatever you do. Do you understand?"
The change of location didn’t really worry her, it was the fact she had left her car near the campus that worried her; but she would get it in time. Instead she just stood steps to the side and behind her Master. The feeling of worry permeated her mind and it kept her silent.
When he spoke, it pressed on her, making her feel small at the sound of his voice, especially after the moments of silence. It wasn’t harsh like the tone he had used in the jungle, but it had a similar affect and she shrunk back slightly at the sound before she regained her composure.
“I’m sorry, and... yes, sir, I do understand."
West nodded, but didn't move.
"I wish things had been differnet with your training, with you being gone. Things I still need to learn about you, and about what you know, or don't know, now. What you did... was it losing your temper? Or a lack of respect? Or not knowing what was expected, and the directed protocol, the Right of Emeritus?"
He paused again, and tapped his chest with the hand that held his sunglasses.
"Or did you think it was justified? Have I done something to make you think I need to assert my ability or authority?"
His voice was calm, and there was a slight curisity in his eyes: it wasn't a rhetorical question.
Respect...Honor
She let a breath and raised her head to look at him. “I do understand about respect, West; that wasn’t it.” she pauses for a moment, working over words in her head. “I guess it was just uncontrolled anger, I know what was expected, I think.... But I couldn’t hold my tongue.”
She paused, her eyes traveling away from him, slightly in shame but also in nervous embarrassment. “To a point I think my words were justified though. I have always been told that rebukes shouldn’t necessarily be public at first. True looking at the situation, the fault was public so the rebuke should be equally public. And the Hierarch had no grounds for what he decided; despite his position. In truth, I think you did the right thing...” she was looking at him again. “I-I’m just not so sure that the timing was correct.”
She dropped the bag she was carrying, and began to fiddle with the strap.
Anger.
Briefly, he considered asking her if she'd ever seen the Star Wars trilogy, but remembered her reference to Jedi. Anger, Pride.
"Anger it is, then. Every time you lose your temper, you'll come here, take the axe from the barn, and go chop down a fence post," he said, pointing to the fence that ringed his property. He added a couple of vertical slashes of his hand so that she'd know he meant a post and not a rail. "Starting with your first one after we're done talking. You will not repair any post you knock down."
"As for Animus, we are... many things to one another. He is my Hierarch; I am his Magister," he continued, and held up a finger.
"But I was also Sentinel. We spoke once about protection. When is protection needed? When the crime is being committed, or afterward?"
Again, the tone was calm, and slightly curious, as he posed the question, his interest in her answer clear.