He turns his eyes slow from Sigma, staring ahead without writing for a long time. The sympathy he can perceive as genuine, but like all things delivered genuine, he regards them with a lack of understanding. Playing along when he can, suspicion and doubt in lieu, but mostly a sort of alien lack of context. It was a thing that existed but he could not process.
There are so many things that don't click in place now. That haven't for a long time now, in his first meetings with Caiaborus. It settles for the most part into a beautiful void, a calm like a waveless sea. Then something, like this, unhinges it all.
He shakes his head miserably. He doesn't know. She could've been found by the rebels. She could've been found by... by others. She could be dead. Not a hint has he got but he knows one thing singular.
THERE IS NO SANCTUARY FOR HER KIND. THE REBELS WILL DESTROY ALL. THE CAPI
THE PEACEK
SHE HAS NO SAFETY HERE. Do any of them? They were all better off dead, weren't they?
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There are so many things that don't click in place now. That haven't for a long time now, in his first meetings with Caiaborus. It settles for the most part into a beautiful void, a calm like a waveless sea. Then something, like this, unhinges it all.
He shakes his head miserably. He doesn't know. She could've been found by the rebels. She could've been found by... by others. She could be dead. Not a hint has he got but he knows one thing singular.
THERE IS NO SANCTUARY FOR HER KIND. THE REBELS WILL DESTROY ALL. THE CAPI
THE PEACEK
SHE HAS NO SAFETY HERE. Do any of them? They were all better off dead, weren't they?
FORGIVE ME. I AM UNWORTHY OF YOUR OFFERINGS.