[And it would just figure that the first time she gets it into her head to take advantage of the lack of Thedosians in this place...a Thedosian shows up. One of the "innocent lives", however innocent you can call him, she's talking about, too. Certainly one of her strongest driving forces behind this ambition at any rate.
She clearly recognizes him, a smile breaking the tired stoicism from before for a moment at the pun in his username. And then it becomes a sadder smile, as if they've reunited at a funeral instead of on the most neutral ground there is. His own lack of recognition doesn't register as such at first. Maybe he's just playing it as passively as he can, after all, and the sorrow and regret coming over her only make it more difficult to notice. She might have been able to do something, if she'd been there. If only...]
Oh, Anders. I know you do - did you think they wouldn't report what happened to your commander? [Her voice wavers a bit, but she catches herself.]
I'm glad to see you really are still yourself.
[It had been one of the most heartbreaking reports she'd ever been given. But one thing had stood out to her - he had fled. Despite having no survivors to pursue him, he'd run away. And not to attack more - there was no more violence in his wake, at least, until the trail went cold. That required a presence of recognition one doesn't usually see in abominations. She'd held out hope, because of that.]
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She clearly recognizes him, a smile breaking the tired stoicism from before for a moment at the pun in his username. And then it becomes a sadder smile, as if they've reunited at a funeral instead of on the most neutral ground there is. His own lack of recognition doesn't register as such at first. Maybe he's just playing it as passively as he can, after all, and the sorrow and regret coming over her only make it more difficult to notice. She might have been able to do something, if she'd been there. If only...]
Oh, Anders. I know you do - did you think they wouldn't report what happened to your commander? [Her voice wavers a bit, but she catches herself.]
I'm glad to see you really are still yourself.
[It had been one of the most heartbreaking reports she'd ever been given. But one thing had stood out to her - he had fled. Despite having no survivors to pursue him, he'd run away. And not to attack more - there was no more violence in his wake, at least, until the trail went cold. That required a presence of recognition one doesn't usually see in abominations. She'd held out hope, because of that.]