"It does get difficult when the information isn't readily accessible, doesn't it?" Bella can't help herself. Her tone is very dry.
She turns to hoist her backpack up off the floor and onto the table so she can extract a notebook from it.
"I just said," she begins as she does so, "that I prefer to have all the information before I make a decision."
She opens the notebook and removes a piece of paper that was tucked into it, folded in half.
"I also told you the first time we spoke that I would judge you for myself. But I didn't have all the information about you."
She pauses, frowns slightly. She's creating a narrative that isn't completely accurate. That's okay sometimes; the only person she demands she be fully honest with is herself.
But right now, it's not okay.
"And I hate mysteries. I always want to know things. Even things that aren't my business, or that people have every right to keep to themselves."
She unfolds the paper and makes herself look at him. "I wanted to know what name you were born with and why you'd gone so far to get rid of it. So I went looking. I guess it serves me right that all I found were more mysteries."
She goes over to Sherlock and holds the paper out to him, face up. It's one of the copies she made of Tony's birth announcement.
"You were pretty thorough," she says quietly, "but the Sunnydale library's basement is a lot bigger than it looks. Their newspaper collection is very extensive."
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She turns to hoist her backpack up off the floor and onto the table so she can extract a notebook from it.
"I just said," she begins as she does so, "that I prefer to have all the information before I make a decision."
She opens the notebook and removes a piece of paper that was tucked into it, folded in half.
"I also told you the first time we spoke that I would judge you for myself. But I didn't have all the information about you."
She pauses, frowns slightly. She's creating a narrative that isn't completely accurate. That's okay sometimes; the only person she demands she be fully honest with is herself.
But right now, it's not okay.
"And I hate mysteries. I always want to know things. Even things that aren't my business, or that people have every right to keep to themselves."
She unfolds the paper and makes herself look at him. "I wanted to know what name you were born with and why you'd gone so far to get rid of it. So I went looking. I guess it serves me right that all I found were more mysteries."
She goes over to Sherlock and holds the paper out to him, face up. It's one of the copies she made of Tony's birth announcement.
"You were pretty thorough," she says quietly, "but the Sunnydale library's basement is a lot bigger than it looks. Their newspaper collection is very extensive."