The Nine are nothing if not duplicitous. He has every faith that they're going to have a hand in... whatever... is coming. Especially with Claimant day creeping ever closer.
As she steps back, he glances down, fingers absently reaching to probe lightly at the edges.
(She'd done a better job than he would have, that's for sure.)]
...Thanks.
[It's gruff, but sincere. That said, he turns and crosses to a closet, opens the door to reveal a very regimented closet. Everything spaced exactly the same distance from hanger to hanger, perfectly organized to a military degree.
Rather than grab something off the hangers, he opens a drawer and pulls a shirt out, yanks it on before closing the door and turning back to her.]
Something about all of this doesn't sit right. This was too... nuanced... for those idiot fanatics we fought today. The whole thing felt off.
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The Nine are nothing if not duplicitous. He has every faith that they're going to have a hand in... whatever... is coming. Especially with Claimant day creeping ever closer.
As she steps back, he glances down, fingers absently reaching to probe lightly at the edges.
(She'd done a better job than he would have, that's for sure.)]
...Thanks.
[It's gruff, but sincere. That said, he turns and crosses to a closet, opens the door to reveal a very regimented closet. Everything spaced exactly the same distance from hanger to hanger, perfectly organized to a military degree.
Rather than grab something off the hangers, he opens a drawer and pulls a shirt out, yanks it on before closing the door and turning back to her.]
Something about all of this doesn't sit right. This was too... nuanced... for those idiot fanatics we fought today. The whole thing felt off.