[ It's not every day one's own identity gets reflected back at them in a place no one else seemed to know it to begin with.
Another thought, and not wholly hers: It's the paper he wants. That was her leverage. But for her to come in so wounded from having taken orders because that did not guarantee her survival, not one she appreciates.
Another thing not to like, yet another thing not to think about, but for the puzzle in front of her. A pair of eyes, that face, features much similar to that of a younger form. And her own instinct, to lie, to deny, to toy - this was thinking too much. Her hands remain poised where they hold the page in place. Reflects back at him. ]
Oh? What business is that of yours if I were?
[ He doesn't have to know that she suspects. If he is who she suspects - he'd dance, he'd pry. There was some odd comforting familiarity in that. If it were true. ]
no subject
Another thought, and not wholly hers: It's the paper he wants. That was her leverage. But for her to come in so wounded from having taken orders because that did not guarantee her survival, not one she appreciates.
Another thing not to like, yet another thing not to think about, but for the puzzle in front of her. A pair of eyes, that face, features much similar to that of a younger form. And her own instinct, to lie, to deny, to toy - this was thinking too much. Her hands remain poised where they hold the page in place. Reflects back at him. ]
Oh? What business is that of yours if I were?
[ He doesn't have to know that she suspects. If he is who she suspects - he'd dance, he'd pry. There was some odd comforting familiarity in that. If it were true. ]