His thoughts were not the swiftest in Caido. They did not dance from plan to plan with a general's tactics or a smuggler's sure instinct. He did not make leaps in logic, progressing in flashes of insight from mental peak to mental peak. Hadama's thoughts moved slow and sure and deep. Cautious. Taking each step from one to the next.
But not always in a straight line.
Nor as noble as his reputation might lead others to believe.
"But you did not know what she intended. And you still do not. Do you?" His gaze was still cold, but it was not - quite - as hard as it been. He asked his question and this time he sought a true answer. What she said would determine what he did next.
Her apology received no acknowledgment. Not even a flicker of acceptance. Not yet. Perhaps not for a long time. It would depend a great deal on how the next few days and weeks played out. On what could be salvaged from this meeting and the one she had before, with the woman who had put them both in this position.
But not always in a straight line.
Nor as noble as his reputation might lead others to believe.
"But you did not know what she intended. And you still do not. Do you?" His gaze was still cold, but it was not - quite - as hard as it been. He asked his question and this time he sought a true answer. What she said would determine what he did next.
Her apology received no acknowledgment. Not even a flicker of acceptance. Not yet. Perhaps not for a long time. It would depend a great deal on how the next few days and weeks played out. On what could be salvaged from this meeting and the one she had before, with the woman who had put them both in this position.
