[ And any skill she did not personally possess was one she would need to convince out of others, so in its own way, the information is useful to her sense of things. ]
(Do you think they intend to have us on those boats?)
[ The ones they're assembling and disassembling down on the beach as they prepare for the garstall hunt. She hopes not. She does not like open water much. ]
(I think they intend to watch us make fools of ourselves. No other reason to send a group like this on a quest like this one.)
[ Or just him, really. Part of him might secretly enjoy the idea of spying and intrigue, but the reality of it's more effort (and more loss, lately) than he'd like to invest. There's a beat while he backtracks over that measured response, the lack of sarcasm in her I can't juggle. ]
(You think Cathaway sent you to me for juggling lessons?)
[ He's kidding. He thinks. It makes about as much sense as any other theory, honestly. ]
[ A careful hesitation. These younger hosts all had such strange ideas about the nature of their excursions. ]
(I spent much of a previous assignment feeling foolish.)
[ Their disguises had been different on Concordia, rather than physical they had needed to play the parts that were written into their electronic identification... For reasons beyond her knowledge, she was written to be an aspiring songstress. Forced to perform on several occasions. ]
[ Fair enough. He's accomplished a fair amount despite feeling foolish, too, though he's yet to do much here. Which is part of the problem: feeling idle, useless, wanting nothing to do with political intrigue.
As much as the juggling comment had been a joke, it's got its uses — it's the reason he's any good with daggers. Still, her clinical acceptance of the suggestion throws him off, bemusement creeping into his voice. ]
( Or maybe you're meant to be the one teaching. You're the one who's been on more than one mission, apparently. What are your talents? )
[ Once this had been true, that had been the defining focus of her sense of self. Now it is something she says to disguise how she has changed. She is a liar, a manipulator, a spy, a torturer, a murderer. She was always all of those things. ]
(But others have come to me, for assistance in better learning to control their symbiote.)
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no subject
[ Probably not what Cathaway had in mind. It's a blunt deflection, though it's also sadly accurate. ]
( And it isn't. I don't have the other half, either — unless she's asking me to get on a bloody boat. )
no subject
[ And any skill she did not personally possess was one she would need to convince out of others, so in its own way, the information is useful to her sense of things. ]
( Do you think they intend to have us on those boats? )
[ The ones they're assembling and disassembling down on the beach as they prepare for the garstall hunt. She hopes not. She does not like open water much. ]
no subject
[ Or just him, really. Part of him might secretly enjoy the idea of spying and intrigue, but the reality of it's more effort (and more loss, lately) than he'd like to invest. There's a beat while he backtracks over that measured response, the lack of sarcasm in her I can't juggle. ]
( You think Cathaway sent you to me for juggling lessons? )
[ He's kidding. He thinks. It makes about as much sense as any other theory, honestly. ]
no subject
( I spent much of a previous assignment feeling foolish. )
[ Their disguises had been different on Concordia, rather than physical they had needed to play the parts that were written into their electronic identification... For reasons beyond her knowledge, she was written to be an aspiring songstress. Forced to perform on several occasions. ]
( But we accomplished our goal all the same. )
[ As for the juggling lessons, well... ]
( Maybe she did. )
no subject
As much as the juggling comment had been a joke, it's got its uses — it's the reason he's any good with daggers. Still, her clinical acceptance of the suggestion throws him off, bemusement creeping into his voice. ]
( Or maybe you're meant to be the one teaching. You're the one who's been on more than one mission, apparently. What are your talents? )
no subject
[ Once this had been true, that had been the defining focus of her sense of self. Now it is something she says to disguise how she has changed. She is a liar, a manipulator, a spy, a torturer, a murderer. She was always all of those things. ]
( But others have come to me, for assistance in better learning to control their symbiote. )