[ His frown deepens at her ridiculing, cold laughter, and the words she spits like venom.
It's true, if it truly came down to her or Rhy - but there's no point in saying it. He wonders what she means by I cleaned it up myself. He doesn't ask now, though. ]
I would protect you both. I serve my god, and he's brought me here from the edge of death to you all for this reason. [ To the Singularity. He doesn't have a death wish, and he doesn't relish the thought of being tortured, but he's sworn himself to a higher power. And then it's his turn to smile grimly. ] And I pity anyone who wishes to tear through my memories.
[ This is, in part, posturing. There are plenty of things he wishes for no one else to see, some personal, other that have to do with powers in his world that no faction here should know. But, his mind is also a mess. A jumble of mismatched pieces that make little sense when trying to put together something whole. Good luck to them, is how he bitterly sees it.
After a long moment, he begins to stand, telegraphing his movements and raising his hands up in the air again, palms toward her and the viper. ]
Probably. [ He agrees with a small nod. He's suspected something about her for a few months now, he can't be the only one. Too many people in Thorne already seem to know about Rhy than he's comfortable with. ] It's impressive you've managed to keep it hidden for this long.
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It's true, if it truly came down to her or Rhy - but there's no point in saying it. He wonders what she means by I cleaned it up myself. He doesn't ask now, though. ]
I would protect you both. I serve my god, and he's brought me here from the edge of death to you all for this reason. [ To the Singularity. He doesn't have a death wish, and he doesn't relish the thought of being tortured, but he's sworn himself to a higher power. And then it's his turn to smile grimly. ] And I pity anyone who wishes to tear through my memories.
[ This is, in part, posturing. There are plenty of things he wishes for no one else to see, some personal, other that have to do with powers in his world that no faction here should know. But, his mind is also a mess. A jumble of mismatched pieces that make little sense when trying to put together something whole. Good luck to them, is how he bitterly sees it.
After a long moment, he begins to stand, telegraphing his movements and raising his hands up in the air again, palms toward her and the viper. ]
Probably. [ He agrees with a small nod. He's suspected something about her for a few months now, he can't be the only one. Too many people in Thorne already seem to know about Rhy than he's comfortable with. ] It's impressive you've managed to keep it hidden for this long.