[ The words mean very little to Claire, but her eyes narrow anyway- she's had time to stop and think, alright... but she hasn't been forced yet to question herself or her mission. This entire time she's been avoiding it; instinctively, she probably knows that doing so, acknowledging the clues that something is amiss, the words of the l'Cie here and back home that try to point that out, would require her to rip her entire worldview and purpose apart. ]
Only takes one of us to make us enemies... it's what the people want. [ She doesn't raise her voice at all... but the sting is still there if he manages to hear it. One has to wonder just how long it will take him to notice how reminiscent of a particular silver-haired man that line is, though.
And in any case, she doesn't waste any time either. Immediately she spins on her heel to leave in the opposite direction. She has other things to do. ]
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Only takes one of us to make us enemies... it's what the people want. [ She doesn't raise her voice at all... but the sting is still there if he manages to hear it. One has to wonder just how long it will take him to notice how reminiscent of a particular silver-haired man that line is, though.
And in any case, she doesn't waste any time either. Immediately she spins on her heel to leave in the opposite direction. She has other things to do. ]