Zavien
The topic was as he'd expected, and Zavien kept a neutral posture as he leaned back on the bench. "Correct. The circumstances have changed too much." There were too many people involved to have a streamlined system of information. As such, they'd resorted to sharing when they could and when it was relevant.
His eyes narrowed at her question, puzzled. "I'm not sure I know what you're asking." He crossed his arms, watching as Sol chased one of the lingering mata matas. "As a Dragoon, we've been doing what little we can to keep the people here safe despite everything. That includes precautions outside of the general 'plans' that people have been discussing."
Zavien did his best not to fidget, but his leg still bounced, nervous energy emerging with the curiosity. "What kind of resistance are you trying to coordinate?" Raising an eyebrow, he looked to Maea to see what ideas she may have.
His eyes narrowed at her question, puzzled. "I'm not sure I know what you're asking." He crossed his arms, watching as Sol chased one of the lingering mata matas. "As a Dragoon, we've been doing what little we can to keep the people here safe despite everything. That includes precautions outside of the general 'plans' that people have been discussing."
Zavien did his best not to fidget, but his leg still bounced, nervous energy emerging with the curiosity. "What kind of resistance are you trying to coordinate?" Raising an eyebrow, he looked to Maea to see what ideas she may have.
The real tragedy is men
who are afraid of the light
who are afraid of the light
