[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180428/81179b260873ea5d7d2bb904afb80c77.png[/img][/center][hr][color=dde0c7]"I suppose veneers don't matter when our lives are on the line this often,"[/color] he stated, not making eye contact with Chres. [color=dde0c7]"No, I am no true nobleman. I grew up under... shall we say [i]unfortunate [/i]circumstances, and had to sharpen my tongue to feed it."[/color] The dry start of a chuckle creaked out of him. [color=dde0c7]"Although I suppose the throwing knives and constant bickering with Lynx outpaced my words at some point."[/color] The battlefields and peaceful lands turned battlefields they found themselves in had never been the time to talk as allies, and their periods of respite had Octavio thinking less about the benign and more about the myriad of threats surrounding them. The truth was out there now, at the very least.

His words slowed from their typical patter. [color=dde0c7]"Wanting something. No, it wasn't that clear cut. It was more of a continual testing, a sort of odd verbal probing. She wanted to test her information and myself simultaneously, it felt like. Wanting to see if I'd stick to defending my principles and the rest of you."[/color] His eyebrows arched upwards. [color=dde0c7]"And I did, you know."[/color]

It would have been simple to end the conversation there, but the dread of that day continued to loom over him. [color=dde0c7]"She seemed satisfied, in her own enigmatic way. Her last words were a warning. She'd return... and... so would my sister." [/color]