(Himself included. Takes more than a liar to know a liar sometimes... maybe Shima was just a better one than he is which makes him wonder what must have led to him becoming so good at it.)
That's why you didn't like him. (And was so adamant about him not speaking to him about her.) He's lied to you before.
I'm not surprised. He's very good at what he does, but he betrayed me—not just lied.
[ she's quiet for a moment before she shakes her head and just continues. this will add weight to what a story with layers where none of them are any kinder than the one previous. ]
He kidnapped me and took me to the last place I can remember from my world.
He steps closer, slow and cautious, ready to stop at the first sign she might actually want to keep the distance. Of course, this means letting the air settle around them. It's a different feeling than one Claude is used to expressing.
Concern, worry, sympathy... feelings that are much heavier and more muted than his usual, warm and bright aura. Above it all though, is a sense of care and compassion. These emotions aren't coming from a place of feeling sorry for her but rather, because he seems to really care. Who would have thought, huh?)
How often did you talk to him here?
(He doesn't really get the impression that they'ved avoided each other, especially when she was close enough to know his team. How close did they remain after everything?
There are questions he could ask but... he opts to take it slow for now, hoping to prompt more answers from her. Giving her some time to sort out her words and thoughts.)
[ laughs softly in backtags but—it's not like his concern or the compassion is unwelcomed but it feels...foreign. rather, just different. she knew that he had considered her valuable to him, a person he could work with but this is different. she lets him get closer as there's really nowhere else she can run to. ]
Every so often. [ there's an emptiness to her voice, to her being. an apathy that slowly masks her anger and any traces of sadness that she may feel. ] It was more that he found me than anything else.
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(Himself included. Takes more than a liar to know a liar sometimes... maybe Shima was just a better one than he is which makes him wonder what must have led to him becoming so good at it.)
That's why you didn't like him. (And was so adamant about him not speaking to him about her.) He's lied to you before.
(And it hurt her, didn't it?)
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[ she's quiet for a moment before she shakes her head and just continues. this will add weight to what a story with layers where none of them are any kinder than the one previous. ]
He kidnapped me and took me to the last place I can remember from my world.
[ to die. ]
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He steps closer, slow and cautious, ready to stop at the first sign she might actually want to keep the distance. Of course, this means letting the air settle around them. It's a different feeling than one Claude is used to expressing.
Concern, worry, sympathy... feelings that are much heavier and more muted than his usual, warm and bright aura. Above it all though, is a sense of care and compassion. These emotions aren't coming from a place of feeling sorry for her but rather, because he seems to really care. Who would have thought, huh?)
How often did you talk to him here?
(He doesn't really get the impression that they'ved avoided each other, especially when she was close enough to know his team. How close did they remain after everything?
There are questions he could ask but... he opts to take it slow for now, hoping to prompt more answers from her. Giving her some time to sort out her words and thoughts.)
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Every so often. [ there's an emptiness to her voice, to her being. an apathy that slowly masks her anger and any traces of sadness that she may feel. ] It was more that he found me than anything else.
[ shima, her every kind stalker. ]
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(And yet...
He's quiet for a moment, trying to figure out how to proceed from here.)
Do you want to talk about it? The things you talked about?
(Sort them out? Yell?)