Hey, starchild, are you listening?
Both of them, she might have agreed had her mouth not been too full to speak. As it so happened it was, and she could only nudge him playfully in response, brimming with playful affection. Sometimes the alchemist came off as cold and distant to her, but then there were moments like these that made up for all of it.
"What will happen when you find out who it was?" she asked, accepting the difficulty in pinning down a culprit. Even if they were found... it had been in the Grounds, and in Torchline. Far off places where none of them had much say in official matters.
Her fork paused midway to the mouth as Remi went on. The creamy sweetness on her tongue became a cloying film, slightly nauseating. Mateo was a hostage? And what about herself... was she a shackle to control Ronin?
"They wouldn't!" she protested - but it came out weakly, because suddenly Seren was not so very sure. "Right? He's a child." As if that had ever mattered in war.
"What will happen when you find out who it was?" she asked, accepting the difficulty in pinning down a culprit. Even if they were found... it had been in the Grounds, and in Torchline. Far off places where none of them had much say in official matters.
Her fork paused midway to the mouth as Remi went on. The creamy sweetness on her tongue became a cloying film, slightly nauseating. Mateo was a hostage? And what about herself... was she a shackle to control Ronin?
"They wouldn't!" she protested - but it came out weakly, because suddenly Seren was not so very sure. "Right? He's a child." As if that had ever mattered in war.
Seren
