[ It's not a deal she wants to be making, in the slightest. One based on necessities and against her heart ( wasn't she supposed to be past these, now? ), her jaw tensing all over again at the idea of raising her sword against a friend.
So, she chooses to put the feeling aside with a nod, eyes finally flickering away. She doesn't have anything else to say here, at least not until Lancer speaks again. Briefly, her expression softens, before it morphs into neutrality again. ]
That's quite the statement. [ Especially when she'll never be king; but that's just details. She doesn't thank him for the compliment, instead letting silence fill the air again — only this time, she's the one who breaks it. ]
Once all of this is over — will you tell me of the world you hail from?
no . . . but that's one of them
So, she chooses to put the feeling aside with a nod, eyes finally flickering away. She doesn't have anything else to say here, at least not until Lancer speaks again. Briefly, her expression softens, before it morphs into neutrality again. ]
That's quite the statement. [ Especially when she'll never be king; but that's just details. She doesn't thank him for the compliment, instead letting silence fill the air again — only this time, she's the one who breaks it. ]
Once all of this is over — will you tell me of the world you hail from?