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[nonvenomous]

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[nonvenomous]

I won't tell anyone.

[ That she is trying to befriend him, or that she is not doing a very good job of it. He doesn't specify, the scratching of his pen too faint to carry over the crystal airwaves. ]

I prefer to discuss other peoples' business.

[delphian]

( it is a lot easier when you've just grown up with everyone you're friends with. for a start, they tend to be more forgiving—or at least tolerant—of your particular idiosyncrasies.

with any luck, at least. probably not a guarantee, broadly. )

I'm not used to not knowing it all, now. It's strange.

[nonvenomous]

You'll get used to it.

[delphian]

It's freedom, that. The bigger world.

( terrifying and thrilling. )

You know Jone well, then?

[nonvenomous]

Well enough to trust her.

[delphian]

I knew her brother. He'd have said the same, I think.

( give or take a vociferous argument on the exact subject,

tsenka's not sure her business falls into the other people's that richard is interested in talking about, so she's more of a mind to linger on the bones of it than cop to how many times she'd rolled her eyes at the same sentiment from bede. especially now she's pretty sure they're right, and she was wrong. )

[nonvenomous]

[ That piques his interest, trace suspicion in a pause. ]

You ‘knew’ him?

[delphian]

He was transferred to Starkhaven, I think after the Blight. A few years my junior, I'd say, we didn't all that much cross paths, but during the war—

( it's a telling pause, to anyone particularly experienced in deciphering silences. )

We were us, a while. I've no reason to think he's not still looking for her, somewhere.