[It takes him a second to realize that the reason she hadn’t run off and done so already was because she was looking for guidance from him on the matter. It takes him a second of blinking to process that (Some part of him still can’t believe this is working), but he glances back down at her once he does.
This is something he doesn’t have answers for. If she told the wrong person, they might attempt to manipulate one of them through the other. Or, they would withhold information, on fear of it passing between the bond.]
I cannot tell you how. Or what.
[Because he believes nothing at all should be said, aside from their shared ignorance. Would he even believe her? Would he turn on her? That might work in his favor.]
But I suggest not giving more than is absolutely necessary.
[There is something bitter in his voice, a churn of resentment that has no real direction or target — it had always been an inevitability, but that didn't mean he liked it.]
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This is something he doesn’t have answers for. If she told the wrong person, they might attempt to manipulate one of them through the other. Or, they would withhold information, on fear of it passing between the bond.]
I cannot tell you how. Or what.
[Because he believes nothing at all should be said, aside from their shared ignorance. Would he even believe her? Would he turn on her? That might work in his favor.]
But I suggest not giving more than is absolutely necessary.
[There is something bitter in his voice, a churn of resentment that has no real direction or target — it had always been an inevitability, but that didn't mean he liked it.]