"Mmh. An anchor?" he rumbled, glancing up with mischief in his eyes. "I see..." It made sense, even if it was a particularly landwalker way of putting it. It added more depth and complexity to the game as Hadama adjusted his burgeoning strategy to include trying to make it harder for Remi to reach a corner. He was ultimately unsuccessful in his cautiously defensive play, and black claimed the first corner shortly thereafter.
It was a learning experience for the Tidebreaker, and his disappointment at losing the edge was tempered by admiration for how Remi had maneuvered his way into it. He was relaxing further and enjoying himself until the memory of Ray slipped into his thoughts, reminding him of the way she had helped earlier in the year. Of how Remi had heard her, and passed along her insight from the other side. The Bastion's apology was met with a silent wash of reassurance from Hadama, who had no real understanding of the other demigod's powers, or his limits, and accepted the explanations with simple gratitude. The crooked smile was met with an inclination of the mer king's head and a flicker of wry humor in his eyes and in the bond.
"Is there a limit to how many questions you can ask? Or how long you can speak to someone?" His own questions were not simply hypothetical; there was true curiosity in the Tidebreaker's voice, and he was not quite so detached from what he asked as he usually was.
It was a learning experience for the Tidebreaker, and his disappointment at losing the edge was tempered by admiration for how Remi had maneuvered his way into it. He was relaxing further and enjoying himself until the memory of Ray slipped into his thoughts, reminding him of the way she had helped earlier in the year. Of how Remi had heard her, and passed along her insight from the other side. The Bastion's apology was met with a silent wash of reassurance from Hadama, who had no real understanding of the other demigod's powers, or his limits, and accepted the explanations with simple gratitude. The crooked smile was met with an inclination of the mer king's head and a flicker of wry humor in his eyes and in the bond.
"Is there a limit to how many questions you can ask? Or how long you can speak to someone?" His own questions were not simply hypothetical; there was true curiosity in the Tidebreaker's voice, and he was not quite so detached from what he asked as he usually was.
