She saw the change in his eyes as he listened to her, and for a moment she was encouraged. She sat tense as she waited for his answer to the question she posed. She had set him up, to a point. Let him be comfortable, let him know she was here to support him, and then ask a critical question. The offering she was making wasn't untrue, but she was indeed hoping he'd play along and pay her back in kind.
She almost didn't expect him to answer.
She nodded as he spoke, his words lining up with those of some of the others she'd met, Reno in particular. Those parallels were bold indeed, and if she were to make some sort of cartographer's map of the worlds this one would clearly lie close to his like islands just over the horizon from each other, perhaps dimly visible but only naturally traversable by the birds which could fly between.
But his last comment gave her pause. She sat there, for a moment, processing it before her eyes widened somewhat in understanding. They then narrowed and she pursed her lips, trying to determine just how to respond. A soft echo of Haytham's memory glanced across her mind, words spoken by that Cycle's Cloud. Something she had discarded in the face of more pressing concerns. It offered her little revelation but it was the glue that helped put the pieces together.
"I see...and set free of your own world you don't know what that means for you." Crossing her arms she leaned forward, thinking, not quite sure what to say beyond that. This was beyond merely wondering about one's purpose in life, and to a degree being lost didn't seem like the worst outcome.
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She almost didn't expect him to answer.
She nodded as he spoke, his words lining up with those of some of the others she'd met, Reno in particular. Those parallels were bold indeed, and if she were to make some sort of cartographer's map of the worlds this one would clearly lie close to his like islands just over the horizon from each other, perhaps dimly visible but only naturally traversable by the birds which could fly between.
But his last comment gave her pause. She sat there, for a moment, processing it before her eyes widened somewhat in understanding. They then narrowed and she pursed her lips, trying to determine just how to respond. A soft echo of Haytham's memory glanced across her mind, words spoken by that Cycle's Cloud. Something she had discarded in the face of more pressing concerns. It offered her little revelation but it was the glue that helped put the pieces together.
"I see...and set free of your own world you don't know what that means for you." Crossing her arms she leaned forward, thinking, not quite sure what to say beyond that. This was beyond merely wondering about one's purpose in life, and to a degree being lost didn't seem like the worst outcome.