[It's a conversation he simply has no idea how to parse. It's one thing to have others speak of his prowess with a sword. That's inevitably easier for him to accept, too. Most people... never talk about anything else. Caim has never really cared what others said either. Maybe once upon a time? Even then, seemed like the only opinions that ever mattered to him were familial connections in nature.
Angela's rather good at keeping him ever suspicious and wary. He can't help wondering what she's hiding under those seemingly flower petals and softness. Where are the thorns that belong to the goddess?
His head tips as she continues and he files away what information he can, trying to keep his expression even. He's unfortunately curious about her, however, and the more he sees, the more curious he becomes. It's not that she's wildly different than some of the others he's met. She's not, really. It's almost astounding how many kind people he's had the pleasure of meeting. They're all fascinating to him in one way or another.
Cocking an eyebrow, he doesn't look convinced. Not by the thirty-seven years she implies (though he's convinced she can't possibly be that old), but rather by the concept of people being alone.]
I am not inclined to agree, my lady. There are some who are better off in their solitude. It would be unrealistic to make the same expectation of everyone.
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Angela's rather good at keeping him ever suspicious and wary. He can't help wondering what she's hiding under those seemingly flower petals and softness. Where are the thorns that belong to the goddess?
His head tips as she continues and he files away what information he can, trying to keep his expression even. He's unfortunately curious about her, however, and the more he sees, the more curious he becomes. It's not that she's wildly different than some of the others he's met. She's not, really. It's almost astounding how many kind people he's had the pleasure of meeting. They're all fascinating to him in one way or another.
Cocking an eyebrow, he doesn't look convinced. Not by the thirty-seven years she implies (though he's convinced she can't possibly be that old), but rather by the concept of people being alone.]
I am not inclined to agree, my lady. There are some who are better off in their solitude. It would be unrealistic to make the same expectation of everyone.