[Robert takes it as what it sounds like - a misguided attempt at charity. He doesn't need the metal; it's just a luxury he can't afford.]
I am better off than... many others are right now. You would waste... such a gesture on me. [He stares down into the trash can; it does not judge him, it does not pity him. It merely is. He prefers it to the wide-eyed stare of the beautiful woman behind him.] I... only want the metal because I enjoy making things.
... And you are offering, because my poverty frightens you to see. [Not angry, not sad. Just a flat observation.] Do you know how many of us will starve? Even if your generosity is real, you alone could... never correct this i-i-i-imbalance...
[Some of the cold façade falls away, and Robert stares into the shadows, away from Daisy's eyes. There is something so fundamentally wrong about this situation. It seems to make something visceral within him recoil.]
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I am better off than... many others are right now. You would waste... such a gesture on me. [He stares down into the trash can; it does not judge him, it does not pity him. It merely is. He prefers it to the wide-eyed stare of the beautiful woman behind him.] I... only want the metal because I enjoy making things.
... And you are offering, because my poverty frightens you to see. [Not angry, not sad. Just a flat observation.] Do you know how many of us will starve? Even if your generosity is real, you alone could... never correct this i-i-i-imbalance...
[Some of the cold façade falls away, and Robert stares into the shadows, away from Daisy's eyes. There is something so fundamentally wrong about this situation. It seems to make something visceral within him recoil.]