(Sharp, like a slap: the Walrus is gone and he left Gwenaëlle a translation project that may or may not mean anything at all. And what is he hunting, the Venatori? He didn't take anybody with him?
( it almost feels like a test, like: is she meant to know something, do something, react better—
all the times she's felt as if he were examining her, and so many she was never sure if she'd passed or not. it feels impossible to be angry with him; he must have a good reason. if she just focuses on how absurdly unfair it is that she has to learn nevarran now, then she doesn't have to examine any more complicated feelings about this development, )
It's all I know. There must—
the division heads will have to say something. He must have said more to them.
(And Abby exhales rough, because Gwen is just the messenger. She didn't make him go. She knuckles at her face, pushing into the spot where her jaw hurts from clenching it, pushing her skin in circles underneath a firm pressure. Looks intense, but helps.)
Yeah.
What are we gonna do? (By 'we' she means Forces. Obviously Riftwatch will move forward, like it always does.)
(Abby doesn't know the aunt. She doesn't know the other two that came before her, either. She has been here for almost three years and all she's known is Flint.)
(It could sit empty for a while... They'll be self-governing. Ha.) Maybe.
(Then she redirects sharply, pivoting back to what Gwen said to her right at the start of this conversation, the bit she totally ignored.) I do wanna do that with you. Talking about poetry and literature, I mean.
(Maybe also the sword fighting? She'll come back to it.)
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(Sharp, like a slap: the Walrus is gone and he left Gwenaëlle a translation project that may or may not mean anything at all. And what is he hunting, the Venatori? He didn't take anybody with him?
She's angry, confused. It feels unfair.)
I don't get it.
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all the times she's felt as if he were examining her, and so many she was never sure if she'd passed or not. it feels impossible to be angry with him; he must have a good reason. if she just focuses on how absurdly unfair it is that she has to learn nevarran now, then she doesn't have to examine any more complicated feelings about this development, )
It's all I know. There must—
the division heads will have to say something. He must have said more to them.
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Yeah? You think? I hope he did, considering half the fucking Gallows just got blown up.
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what. what's she got except, I trust him. true, but not necessarily a compelling counterargument.
finally, )
I wish he hadn't.
( that's true, too. )
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Yeah.
What are we gonna do? (By 'we' she means Forces. Obviously Riftwatch will move forward, like it always does.)
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( harlungin, that big man that no one liked, coupe— )
fourth. My aunt was before him, before the lyrium started getting to her.
( they've been here before. they can continue. )
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(Abby doesn't know the aunt. She doesn't know the other two that came before her, either. She has been here for almost three years and all she's known is Flint.)
... Would you?
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( in the tone of someone who is certain she must have misunderstood the question. )
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Instead,) Who do you think will take it?
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It can't be a Templar again. If Rowntree wants it, maybe? He might like where he is.
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(Then she redirects sharply, pivoting back to what Gwen said to her right at the start of this conversation, the bit she totally ignored.) I do wanna do that with you. Talking about poetry and literature, I mean.
(Maybe also the sword fighting? She'll come back to it.)
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I'd like it. We don't have to spar, during.
( but it is cooler. )
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(She can ruminate on this Flint shit later.)