[He cocks an eyebrow at her. Angela said something different, he thinks. That only his place is his. That only her place is hers. Or maybe not that it was impossible, but rather that such things to pass should not come to be. An unravelling of time and space...? He hardly understands it himself. It's all a foreign concept to him.
She continues and he finds himself thoughtful again. Unreliable is one way of putting it. Would that all of his questions could be answered with books. It would certainly solve the trouble of trying to be remotely civilised. He's not good at being something other than a brute, he finds. All of this socialising is reminding him of how awkward he is with people.
How awkward he once was, back even when he had a voice to call his own.]
My expertise lies with swords.
[He answers her rather easily. Although the truth is that he wasn't looking for anything in specific. He just wanted to see what was there, what was present. The company is... something of an unexpected surprise. So too is the conversation.]
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She continues and he finds himself thoughtful again. Unreliable is one way of putting it. Would that all of his questions could be answered with books. It would certainly solve the trouble of trying to be remotely civilised. He's not good at being something other than a brute, he finds. All of this socialising is reminding him of how awkward he is with people.
How awkward he once was, back even when he had a voice to call his own.]
My expertise lies with swords.
[He answers her rather easily. Although the truth is that he wasn't looking for anything in specific. He just wanted to see what was there, what was present. The company is... something of an unexpected surprise. So too is the conversation.]
Do you come here often?