Kurloz's confusion is incongruous with Sigma's expectations. Weren't they meant to give and take with equal measure - wouldn't Kurloz have realized by now that for all his hard work Sigma Klim had given him nothing but his disrespect in return? He thinks the Initiate Fraysong may have in his place and wonders just how alike they are.
This thought doesn't last long. Kurloz retrieves some paper and begins to write - Sigma allows himself to watch the words form on the page and his breath catches as 'missing' appears. In war, this was not an auspicious status.
Meulin, the one Panemian who had greeted him with genuine kindness and respect. Meulin, to whom he had only spoken at a distance the last time they would ever meet. Meulin who may be dead, her bright smile lost, an opportunity for forgiveness or friendship gone. Sigma cannot pretend to know her, but his horror is sincere. "...I am sorry," he answers, at a loss. "Forgive my ignorance. I hadn't heard." He watched the world through the fishbowl-lens of the Gamemaker tower, eyes set on the battlefield. News, relationships, lives passed on beneath him without being seen.
"...Do you have any idea what could have happened to her?" Perhaps her job was repurposed as a war correspondent - in which case, the conclusion was obvious. This war had gone on too long. But Sigma clings to the shred of hope that she had met a different destiny, and he holds his breath, waiting for all of the possibilities to collapse into one fact.
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This thought doesn't last long. Kurloz retrieves some paper and begins to write - Sigma allows himself to watch the words form on the page and his breath catches as 'missing' appears. In war, this was not an auspicious status.
Meulin, the one Panemian who had greeted him with genuine kindness and respect. Meulin, to whom he had only spoken at a distance the last time they would ever meet. Meulin who may be dead, her bright smile lost, an opportunity for forgiveness or friendship gone. Sigma cannot pretend to know her, but his horror is sincere. "...I am sorry," he answers, at a loss. "Forgive my ignorance. I hadn't heard." He watched the world through the fishbowl-lens of the Gamemaker tower, eyes set on the battlefield. News, relationships, lives passed on beneath him without being seen.
"...Do you have any idea what could have happened to her?" Perhaps her job was repurposed as a war correspondent - in which case, the conclusion was obvious. This war had gone on too long. But Sigma clings to the shred of hope that she had met a different destiny, and he holds his breath, waiting for all of the possibilities to collapse into one fact.