Somehow, the thought of Jin’li’s plans seemed more distant than it had previously. The grave nature to it, unaffecting. Hearing Jancis talk about it more, it because evident she must not have grasped his original connection to the deranged miqo’te.
“Of course Jin’li wanted to target me. He wanted my help. Employment. There was not much time to notice his...displeasure at my rejection.â€
He watched casually as she got up. Picked up the satchel. Lightly dropped it on the table. And what is supposed to be in here? It was answered nearly immediately.
Jancis had pulled out a familiar face. Using a name that was familiar to her, but not to him. Kahn’a. So that’s his name. It made sense. Kahn’a had been at the first of Jin’li’s deaths he witnessed. He knew Melkire. And was associated with another person he had been asked to keep an eye on. Connections.
“I’m well aware of who he is. But the name...that is useful.â€
The other names of people did not seem to catch his eye.
When Edda was once again mentioned, the words stung. The amount of verbal vitriol that Edda seemed to have only sought to make it more apparent of her feelings towards him. A lack of approval. A complete lack of desire to be around. An act. Of course all of it is an act. Unless she actually lied to herself until believing it. Then there was was case of her ring. How it had been conveyed that he should simply sell it for wealth. Benefit from the object’s misfortune of becoming “hisâ€. He was told it was a treasured item. And a treasured item belongs with the person who can treasure it. He would ensure trying to return it at the next time they would meet.
Perspective. Second chances.
But how many times can one really have multiple ‘second chances’?
“That’s what I keep telling myself.†He could feel his tone going flat. The words didn’t seem to carry as much meaning as he’d been hoping.
“In any case, I’ve made a complete mess of this entire thing,†he said, almost chuckling. The laughter trying to hide his other feelings. Keep the mood lighter. There was nothing left to hide about his worries. She’d already been told them in his pitiful state. One must rise up from their lower points.
“Perhaps we should freshen up and start the day?†A light smile. “I shouldn't keep you any longer.†She was right, and he knew it. In his attempts to handle everything himself, he had only broken under the pressure.
But that man had gone to sleep for his final day and a new one had awoken. The same for what would perhaps be many days, as pieces of his past would surface, the more painful memories, drifting away.
“Of course Jin’li wanted to target me. He wanted my help. Employment. There was not much time to notice his...displeasure at my rejection.â€
He watched casually as she got up. Picked up the satchel. Lightly dropped it on the table. And what is supposed to be in here? It was answered nearly immediately.
Jancis had pulled out a familiar face. Using a name that was familiar to her, but not to him. Kahn’a. So that’s his name. It made sense. Kahn’a had been at the first of Jin’li’s deaths he witnessed. He knew Melkire. And was associated with another person he had been asked to keep an eye on. Connections.
“I’m well aware of who he is. But the name...that is useful.â€
The other names of people did not seem to catch his eye.
When Edda was once again mentioned, the words stung. The amount of verbal vitriol that Edda seemed to have only sought to make it more apparent of her feelings towards him. A lack of approval. A complete lack of desire to be around. An act. Of course all of it is an act. Unless she actually lied to herself until believing it. Then there was was case of her ring. How it had been conveyed that he should simply sell it for wealth. Benefit from the object’s misfortune of becoming “hisâ€. He was told it was a treasured item. And a treasured item belongs with the person who can treasure it. He would ensure trying to return it at the next time they would meet.
Perspective. Second chances.
But how many times can one really have multiple ‘second chances’?
“That’s what I keep telling myself.†He could feel his tone going flat. The words didn’t seem to carry as much meaning as he’d been hoping.
“In any case, I’ve made a complete mess of this entire thing,†he said, almost chuckling. The laughter trying to hide his other feelings. Keep the mood lighter. There was nothing left to hide about his worries. She’d already been told them in his pitiful state. One must rise up from their lower points.
“Perhaps we should freshen up and start the day?†A light smile. “I shouldn't keep you any longer.†She was right, and he knew it. In his attempts to handle everything himself, he had only broken under the pressure.
But that man had gone to sleep for his final day and a new one had awoken. The same for what would perhaps be many days, as pieces of his past would surface, the more painful memories, drifting away.
