'Cause either I get there or don't, Those are both things that I know
His answer is so short and simple that, really, it doesn't answer any of her questions at all. It only serves to confuse her more, because shouldn't he be able to hear her? Even when he's not in his own form? But she pauses in those questions in favor of everything else that happens.
And as he lifts his cleared skin, she can only stare hard at it in disbelief. Disbelief of his betrayal, as well, her gaze shaking back and forth as she tries to connect invisible dots. Except, maybe, in one of the last things they'd talked about. A plan for the war. Her mind doesn't jump to that immediately, but as she stitches everything together she eventually comes to a sort of realization.
Her tension fades and her shoulders slump down. She looks up, directly into Sunjata's face, only to be met with a very plain and rigid expression. "Things are changing," she murmurs, to herself as much as to Sunjata. "Seems I'm not the only one thinking about where I want to stand when the war begins..." she admits, trying to take in this new Sunjata and commit the changes to memory. "That's why you couldn't hear me," and here it clicks, realization splitting up the darkness in her expression, "that's why you have different magic."
"Why Frey?" She can't help but ask. Not "why betray Safrin", which is something that occurs to her to ask. However, currently, she might be one of the few that actually understands that part of it.
And as he lifts his cleared skin, she can only stare hard at it in disbelief. Disbelief of his betrayal, as well, her gaze shaking back and forth as she tries to connect invisible dots. Except, maybe, in one of the last things they'd talked about. A plan for the war. Her mind doesn't jump to that immediately, but as she stitches everything together she eventually comes to a sort of realization.
Her tension fades and her shoulders slump down. She looks up, directly into Sunjata's face, only to be met with a very plain and rigid expression. "Things are changing," she murmurs, to herself as much as to Sunjata. "Seems I'm not the only one thinking about where I want to stand when the war begins..." she admits, trying to take in this new Sunjata and commit the changes to memory. "That's why you couldn't hear me," and here it clicks, realization splitting up the darkness in her expression, "that's why you have different magic."
"Why Frey?" She can't help but ask. Not "why betray Safrin", which is something that occurs to her to ask. However, currently, she might be one of the few that actually understands that part of it.
Aurelia
