[ Before our time in the Horizon sends a shuttered expression flickering across his face. Whatever experiences others may have had with that place, it's clear his own leaves him ambivalent about it at best. He shoves it aside. It's not important, here and now, and what happened there -- he knows it won't happen again.
His eyebrow lifts instead. That's not the confession he expected to hear out of their first conversation. ]
Don't tell me you're a princess. [ It's said lightly, but there's a sense that he's not entirely joking, either. It sounds like a fairytale, the way she phrases it. An enchanted forest. An evil queen. But he knows, stripped of that, it's hardly the most unusual occurrence. Queens lock plenty away at their whims.
He studies her for a moment before another question leaves him. ] Have you felt imprisoned even up there?
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His eyebrow lifts instead. That's not the confession he expected to hear out of their first conversation. ]
Don't tell me you're a princess. [ It's said lightly, but there's a sense that he's not entirely joking, either. It sounds like a fairytale, the way she phrases it. An enchanted forest. An evil queen. But he knows, stripped of that, it's hardly the most unusual occurrence. Queens lock plenty away at their whims.
He studies her for a moment before another question leaves him. ] Have you felt imprisoned even up there?