[His hand remains curled around the handle of his cane, though when she relaxes his fingers loosen their grasp. His voice descends to a gentle tone but conversely loses none of its edge.
There is only one important question in this conversation. Come the end of it all, would he ally himself with another expedition to return home and defend his family? The answer would always be a resounding yes. But getting there is complicated.
He raises a brow. There is no response to her fathoming his name. It is a fact he processes and puts aside.]
Walking? That's your plan?
[It is more observation. Quiet solitude is why he was outside, after all. Time to think, time to reflect. One thing they have in common.]
I suppose we have time if nothing else.
[Would he ally himself with another expedition to observe and sabotage them? That's also a yes.]
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There is only one important question in this conversation. Come the end of it all, would he ally himself with another expedition to return home and defend his family? The answer would always be a resounding yes. But getting there is complicated.
He raises a brow. There is no response to her fathoming his name. It is a fact he processes and puts aside.]
Walking? That's your plan?
[It is more observation. Quiet solitude is why he was outside, after all. Time to think, time to reflect. One thing they have in common.]
I suppose we have time if nothing else.
[Would he ally himself with another expedition to observe and sabotage them? That's also a yes.]