[So it's quid pro quo, he thinks. Steps on the memory of Latin like particularly nasty vermin. Carries on. He didn't intend to remind her of anything unpleasant, but so long as she does not retract her offer, he will not retract his question. This seems to have been her intention, anyway.
So they listen and watch, taking note of how she comforts her dæmon, how she looks away. Laughs to make light of things that hit her hard. All the same, the thought running from responsibility comes to mind. It's not the one he chooses. Judge ye not, after all, he's been working on that.]
You seem to know very well that you cannot run forever. [Or else, why ask about the way back?]
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So they listen and watch, taking note of how she comforts her dæmon, how she looks away. Laughs to make light of things that hit her hard. All the same, the thought running from responsibility comes to mind. It's not the one he chooses. Judge ye not, after all, he's been working on that.]
You seem to know very well that you cannot run forever. [Or else, why ask about the way back?]
That is what matters.