[There's a slight tension in her jaw, a scowl that crosses her face before fading, as her eyes snap back to the tea.
No, he hadn't said anything about birth, but not one of yours, not one of mine had made her think--]
I--
[But, then, why? Why make enemies? He has people to bury. Living people who may or may not be missing him. Some sort of group that views everyone else as the enemy, or as potential enemies? But not out of animosity, if he's to be believed that he doesn't hate her.
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No, he hadn't said anything about birth, but not one of yours, not one of mine had made her think--]
I--
[But, then, why? Why make enemies? He has people to bury. Living people who may or may not be missing him. Some sort of group that views everyone else as the enemy, or as potential enemies? But not out of animosity, if he's to be believed that he doesn't hate her.
She frowns at him, eyeing him sharply.]
What is it like in your world?