[ He exhales, long and slow, shoulders lowering. ]
I don't trust him to tell the truth, Maelle. Not all of it. Not without being forced into it. I've only known him a little while, but he kept me in the dark all that time. Knowingly. And not just about Renoir.
[ Sciel is warm, understanding, sympathetic; she takes people at face value, and he can understand how she might have been willing to grant him patience simply because that is the way he is. But Lune? Did she go along with this, too?
He doesn't know; she's not here, he can't ask. But he feels strangely out of step, with Maelle excusing Verso, so reasonable as if he's somehow overreacting. ]
It's not a great way to start off a new team dynamic. How can we ever be sure he's telling the truth, or not just omitting something he doesn't want us to know?
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I don't trust him to tell the truth, Maelle. Not all of it. Not without being forced into it. I've only known him a little while, but he kept me in the dark all that time. Knowingly. And not just about Renoir.
[ Sciel is warm, understanding, sympathetic; she takes people at face value, and he can understand how she might have been willing to grant him patience simply because that is the way he is. But Lune? Did she go along with this, too?
He doesn't know; she's not here, he can't ask. But he feels strangely out of step, with Maelle excusing Verso, so reasonable as if he's somehow overreacting. ]
It's not a great way to start off a new team dynamic. How can we ever be sure he's telling the truth, or not just omitting something he doesn't want us to know?