[A sudden, harsh scowl crosses her face, less at what he's saying than at the tone.
She's never given religion or science much thought. Late nights in Jayce's workshop, or at his lab, were always more of an excuse to spend time with her friend than a true show of fascination with his work. She could recognise his brilliance, listen to him talk and watch him fiddle with equations for hours, understand the importance of what he was doing, but it never caught her attention the way detective work did. And religion is even less a part of her life. There are rituals in Piltover. Marriage, mourning, that sort of thing. But no gods.
That no one gets a choice, and that Vincent could be so flippant about it, that's what galls her. People shouldn't have their whole lives, their careers, laid out for them from the moment they're born.
The scowl fades as she stares down at the tea. It doesn't appear to have lost any heat at all in the time it's been sitting on the table.
Curious.
She brings it up to her nose and sniffs. It smells exactly as she'd expect, no hint of anything off.]
You've been drinking the tea. May I see yours? [She holds out her hand for his cup.]
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She's never given religion or science much thought. Late nights in Jayce's workshop, or at his lab, were always more of an excuse to spend time with her friend than a true show of fascination with his work. She could recognise his brilliance, listen to him talk and watch him fiddle with equations for hours, understand the importance of what he was doing, but it never caught her attention the way detective work did. And religion is even less a part of her life. There are rituals in Piltover. Marriage, mourning, that sort of thing. But no gods.
That no one gets a choice, and that Vincent could be so flippant about it, that's what galls her. People shouldn't have their whole lives, their careers, laid out for them from the moment they're born.
The scowl fades as she stares down at the tea. It doesn't appear to have lost any heat at all in the time it's been sitting on the table.
Curious.
She brings it up to her nose and sniffs. It smells exactly as she'd expect, no hint of anything off.]
You've been drinking the tea. May I see yours? [She holds out her hand for his cup.]