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Post by Seraphim on Dec 31, 2016 15:35:38 GMT -7
Sometimes, Seraphim cursed the methods Rein used. She could accept that certain things were necessary for the greater good of all mankind, but sometimes those things interfered with her ability to work. There were Keeper cells in many of the cities she'd visited. Many of those cells she was able to take down, but it was near impossible to completely destroy them because the higher ranked ones always knew where she was and left the city before she arrived. She had no doubt that the Keepers had infiltrated Rein. Seraphim had a tracking device planted inside her head, and if the Keeper infiltrators were of high enough rank they would even be aware of her orders. Before now, most of her missions required too much of her to focus on the elimination of the cells. This time, she had a team and the situation wasn't as dire. She could take some time to try to destroy them. The first step was to lure the high ranking Keepers that fled the city back into it.
She had no idea how to actually go about doing that. They would do everything they could to protect their secrets, and her presence here made that difficult, if not outright impossible. It would take a lot to make them risk that. Her first thought was to go after the sanctum itself, but it seemed likely they considered that a lost cause. She couldn't verify that without their presence, but it didn't seem worth while. After a few weeks of considering her options, she decided to directly target their other interests. Target where their money came from, target their informants, target their research, anything she could. The weakest link in all that right now were their unpowered servants on Malachite Isle. Many of them had money and connections. Others didn't, but were useful in other ways. A select few had entrances to the sanctum in their homes. She doubted they cared too much about them as an organization, but she might be able to provoke individual Keepers. Once it became clear that she was declaring war on all of them, perhaps that would be enough to get their attention. Every night, she'd hit 3 houses. Two of them were owned by servants of a Keeper that fled the city, and one of them was owned by a Keeper in the city. At least one of them had an entrance to the sanctum hidden in their home.
It wasn't enough to target them. If she wanted to provoke them enough to return to the city she had to hit them hard. The attacks were noticeable, flashy even, and drew police attention. They had to investigate such obvious attacks on the wealthiest individuals in the city. For that, she gathered up kerosene, a bomb that would scatter flour all over their houses, and a small flame. Their homes wouldn't just burn, they would explode. Violently. What happened to the people inside didn't matter. They made a choice that was hurting humanity. They could not fight dragons. Whether they lived or died meant little to her.
Under the cover of darkness, she prepared for another night of this. Seraphim carefully doused the buildings in kerosene, then planted two flour bombs on each side of the roof. She prepared all three buildings like this before setting off the bombs and setting them on fire, so that they would all explode at roughly the same time. For now, she was quiet and trying to remain hidden. It would take a bit more time to set up everything. If left to her own devices, the buildings would explode, and she'd make her way off the island before too much investigation could be done.
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Post by Blue Jay on Jan 2, 2017 4:14:37 GMT -7
Three nights. He had found out from one of the more connected of the Pandaemoniums this morning, or evening, as most people and common time would see it, that this had been going on for three nights. Nine houses, and no one had done a damn thing about it. Now people were reportedly dead and he was suitably pissed. Blue Jay was wearing a grimace that had remained perpetual throughout the last hour while he combed the isle, determined to keep there from being a fourth.
He’d left the Bulwark and he was still doing their dirty work because they were too lazy or too good or whatever for it. Figured. Bet if whoever was making houses explode managed the same thing tonight he’d be the one blamed for it in the papers.
It was dark, he had little idea what he was looking for, and the isle was huge, but the hope that he might stop more people from dying was what drove him forward. And, for once, luck rewarded him for it. Fifteen minutes after arriving on Malachite Isle and beginning his search, he came across something odd. One of the roofs he landed on was wet, as he discovered when the slick sloped roof attempted to dump him onto the property’s lawn. None of the other roofs had been actively trying to break his legs. Interest piqued, after he found some footing, he did a search of the roof.
And found a bomb. Pretty quickly, too, and just as quickly he felt a wash of panic try to claw its way out of his stomach and throat. He crouched down next to the package. It had to be a bomb - what else would it be but something explosive - but what kind, he hadn’t the slightest idea. He had even less of how to defuse it. With an eye of scrutiny and a hand that was normally steady even in battle but now was refusing to hold still, he tenderly prodded at the odd rooftop object, hoping to find a red wire or some obvious means of getting it to not do what it was supposed to do. If he was careful, he probably wouldn’t set it off by mistake.
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Post by Seraphim on Jan 2, 2017 14:22:27 GMT -7
Once the last flour bomb was planted, Seraphim made her way to a lightly forested area to hide. There were numerous thoughts swirling in the area. Fear, anger, responsibility, nothing unusual. Nothing she was looking for. There was a new source tonight. A super that felt the need to put an end to this. It wouldn't happen. He couldn't stop her. He was not what she was looking for. If he was not potentially useful for other things, he would not even be worth acknowledging. However, he was useful for fighting dragons, and had some connections to potentially problematic supers. Seraphim didn't want him dead, and would like to avoid hurting him too badly if possible. Fortunately, he shouldn't have much trouble surviving a flour explosion.
Her work in the area was already done. There were three lines of kerosene leading from the houses to her hiding spot. All she had to do was use the detonator on her bombs, and then light the streams. It wasn't a very sophisticated way of doing this, but it worked. Given part of her goal was to get caught, albeit by the right people, she didn't see the point in using a more subtle method. With the press of a button, the six flour bombs she planted exploded with a quiet pomf, scattering flour in the air and all over the houses. Normally she would have lit the kerosene streams immediately, but this time she had an interloper to think about. Seraphim waited a moment, giving ten seconds to move away from the house before she lit the streams. She'd be surprised if it took that long, but if it took longer he deserved everything that happened to him. The streams lit up, making a trail of fire from her location to the houses. Moments later they would explode just as the rest did. With her work here done for the night, she closed the lid on her lighter, and started to make her way out of the forest. It would be for the best if the police didn't find her still. The super however, she didn't mind as much.
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Post by Blue Jay on Jan 2, 2017 18:59:30 GMT -7
He hadn’t even been poking it all that hard and the bomb still went off. Blue Jay yelped, expecting fire and pain. Instead he got a face full of flour.
The final piece of how the person was blowing up the houses fell into place. Blue Jay didn’t stick around.
His gut reaction brought him to the roof of the second house down. It gave him just enough time to realize there might be people inside of that house- and then see a line light. The fire traveled its path faster than he could hope to stop. He was frozen in spot, heart pounding in his throat, when all three houses exploded.
His head turned slowly away from the blaze to where he’d seen the first spark of fire. It’d been dark before, but the infernos lit up the night, and he knew exactly where to look. He couldn’t make out details, but he could a figure.
It was too late to stop the deaths tonight, but he didn’t care. Just because he hadn’t been fast enough didn’t mean they could get away consequence free.
Blue Jay unclipped his sheathed sword and drew it over his shoulder. Shockwaves were too destructive to use and he didn’t want to use the blade on people for anything more than superficial stabbing, but he was less concerned about blunt damage from the sheath.
The figure in the trees set in his sights, Blue Jay raised the sheath above his shoulder and displaced. He’d reappear directly behind her, slightly left and slightly up, so as to give his swing the most momentum. As soon as the displacement ended, the superpowered swiftness returned to his limbs. He wasn’t holding back much in terms of strength either; served the person right if he broke a bone or something. Would probably keep them from coming back and trying the same thing again tomorrow. The downward strike to her left shoulder would be near instantaneous, both in the swing itself and timing after the displacement ended.
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Post by Seraphim on Jan 2, 2017 19:58:59 GMT -7
He actually managed to spot her. Seraphim might have been able to evade detection, or at least lose him, with certain movements, but she saw no reason to use them. There was trouble in the city and she was ill equipped to handle it. Blue Jay was in a decent position to solve, or at least mitigate, some of the problems. She could handle a bit of ranting at her and his feeble attempts to try to stop her for that. There was no need to slow down. Even if she was likely a faster runner, his powers made it so he would have no trouble keeping up with her. His attack came fast, fast enough that she might not have been able to dodge it if she tried. There was no need to try though. Such an attack would do little to her. The attack hit her squarely in the shoulder, but she didn't even flinch. No bruise formed in the spot either. She just kept running like nothing happened.
"This would be a poor spot for a confrontation. The police will be drawn to the fires, we should leave this place first. You cannot stop me, there is no reason for you to put yourself at risk trying."
Seraphim wanted him to keep chasing her. Fighting would be inconvenient, but she was sure she could end it quickly and make the points that needed to be made. There was no reason to be afraid of provoking him given his history.
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Post by Blue Jay on Jan 3, 2017 23:36:00 GMT -7
Blue Jay landed on the ground in utter surprise. He’d hit her - hit her hard. He’d hit her shoulder exactly how he’d intended to, and it felt almost exactly like he’d expected. The ‘almost’ being nothing gave way. She didn’t even flinch. He might as well have hit a tree - hell, at least the trunk would’ve gained a good crack or two then.
He also realized who this was. Mostly by the voice; this lady was the one who said to kill all of the infected unpowereds in the last dragon fight. Of course she was the one running around blowing up houses with no regards for the lives of the people inside. And of course he was dealing with another psycho super who thought killing a person meant as much as swatting an annoying fly. Just like both times at the police station, she was not getting away without a fight, and he was not going to fight easy. People like her needed to be stopped.
As long as they weren’t the target of an attack, the police’s presence didn’t mean a whole lot to him. Especially if he was at risk of losing her. Her assertion that he couldn’t stop her meant even less.
He quickly shook off the shock. This was battle and he couldn’t afford to let his guard down because apparently the lady with the explosive baking materials had powers that made that strike ineffective. Maybe her skeleton was impervious to pressures like blunt attacks or something, thus why she’d stayed away from the houses but hitting her hadn’t done anything. In that case, he’d try hitting something without bone.
Factoring this all out took enough time that she was bound to have gotten some distance on him, but he had teleportation. Blue Jay raised his sword so he was ready and displaced again behind her. With the same force and speed as his last attack, he swung at her right side; the soft spot below the ribs but above her pelvis. Even if it didn't hurt her, he was expecting it to at least throw her - in which case, he'd pivot and follow with another displacement before her, wherever she was, and send a swift jab to her core.
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Post by Seraphim on Jan 9, 2017 20:15:29 GMT -7
No response. It was no problem, Seraphim heard him all the same. His response was common from people that knew little of the situation. Not unexpected given the types of supervillains he was used to fighting. He could stop those ones. They could be slowed or delayed enough, they could be distracted, they could be talked down, they could be persuaded. Those supers were not Seraphim's enemy. She was content to let others handle them. Her enemies were the ones that reached a certain point. The ones that wouldn't change, the ones that would only continue to destroy. There was no other way to handle them, they had to be fought with their own tactics. They had to be destroyed.
Blue Jay was still fast, fast enough that even with the heads up she always got from her power, Seraphim would have to seriously stretch her abilities to get out of the way. Once again, she opted not to test them. His sword slammed into her side, hitting her exactly where he aimed. Much like last time, it felt like he hit skin and bone. Unlike last time, a bone like that shouldn't have been there. The impact wasn't any different from hitting her in the shoulder. Right before it hit, she raised her legs slightly to take advantage of his desire to send her flying. He did indeed send her flying, away from the fires and towards a clearing in the wooded area. It was faster than running. The second strike hit her right in the gut, but like the first, it felt like his hit to her shoulder. It was like there were bones running through her stomach as well. The second hit sent her flying backwards, until she grabbed onto the branch of a tree to slow herself down. She landed gracefully in the small clearing. It was closer than was optimal, but she could run again if it became necessary. It would do for now.
"Do you understand what I mean yet?"
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Post by Blue Jay on Jan 10, 2017 9:34:34 GMT -7
The hell kind of bone system did this woman have? Last he checked, a stomach didn’t have the same skin and bone composition of an arm or shoulder. That went for both the side and the front. Either his senses were playing tricks on him, or this woman had some seriously weird power. He ran through his mental list of known powers in the city, updated last time the pitiful super news was, and came up with nothing that could - reasonably - cause stomach bones that wasn’t already connected to someone he knew and who was very obviously not her.
Despite the bone abnormality, Blue Jay had followed through with his second attack immediately after the first, precisely as planned, only because it had been planned. Afterwards, he took another good moment to catch his surprise and steady his stance. This tactic wasn’t going to work - blunt attacks weren’t doing anything visible, and he couldn’t afford to sit around and see if there was any possible long-term effect from continuously whacking her ineffectively. Blue Jay moved the small strap that helped keep the sheath in place with his thumb and drew out his sword.
“You think I’m going to give up after just three swings?” Blue Jay shouted through his teeth, raising his blade so the tip pointed at her, and lowing his shoulders and head in turn. “Damn, I thought Pandaemoniums were cocky.”
He displaced again to be directly in front of her in the clearing, and sent a swift jab to her right arm. Contrary to his usual tactic, he wasn’t trying for a skin-deep pierce - he had no qualms with a strike that on a normal person would go clean through the arm and bone, and didn’t hold back in his strike strong enough to dig through metal. The blade let out a brief, sharp note for the instant it was in motion.
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Post by Seraphim on Jan 11, 2017 22:15:49 GMT -7
Once again, she didn't move an inch to try to avoid his attack. Seraphim kept looking directly at him, even following his speed with the displacement. Yet, she still let his sword cut clean through her arm. She made sure her fist was unclenched before it fell to the ground. No blood came out of the wound, only the crackling of several cut wires and the sound of the now exposed cooling fans in her arm. The severed part quickly shut down, leaving only some residual noises from the part of her arm still connected to the rest of her.
"No unfortunately. I have no intention of fighting you. You are free to hack off my limbs until you're satisfied."
Seraphim didn't budge, not even to pick up her arm, and didn't turn her gaze away from him for a moment. As always, her expression was completely blank and devoid of any kind of emotion, as was her voice.
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Post by Blue Jay on Jan 19, 2017 21:27:38 GMT -7
Blue Jay stared at the severed arm in complete shock. He… hadn’t expected that to happen. He was just trying to stab her to get a point across, not take off an entire limb like a bloodthirsty asshole. That’s how people died from shock or blood loss and, for the few moments following the arm hitting the ground, he was seriously concerned that was what was going to happen.
He’d cut off her arm. That meant it was completely on him if she died, which not only went against everything he stood and worked for, but was ironic enough considering he was trying to stop her from killing people that he was seriously concerned it was going to happen. Which meant he needed to help her if she needed it, which, since his most sophisticated medical knowledge was how to set a broken bone and that wasn’t exactly going to help here, meant he was going to have to drag someone somewhere safe so that they could get the help and he could feel the consequences for the next several months. The last one’s effects were wearing off, so it figured it was about time.
The weird thing, he realized, was there was a distinct lack of blood. Blue Jay, sword raised defensively across his chest out of habit, looked in utter confusion between the… sparking limb, and the expressionless face of the woman.
Blue Jay was hit with a stunning revelation.
“You’re a robot?!” He shouted, a good bit louder than was necessary for the forest, and loud enough that his voice cracked.
There were other - honestly more pressing - issues at hand, but Blue Jay just couldn’t bring himself to proceed until he put out an explanation for the metal limb on the ground. It made too much sense; the stiff way she talked, the lack of emotions, the weird bone structure - all metal, he was willing to bet, why she’d kept her distance from the houses - fire would burn off the synthetic skin and freak everyone out, the insistence that he couldn’t beat her - obviously he wouldn’t be able to beat the person controlling her or who had programmed her, wherever the hell they were. All the pieces fit in nicely, except for one.
“Why. The fuck. Is a robot blowing up houses.” He gasped, exasperated.
His stance shifted slightly as preparing for a strike. Not that it was necessary at this distance from her, but if there was one thing he’d learned since joining Pandaemonium, it was conveying you were willing to hit again tended to influence people into trying to keep that from happening. Unlike most times, however, this wasn’t a bluff.
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Post by Seraphim on Jan 20, 2017 13:26:54 GMT -7
"No. I was bitten in half by a dragon and needed to get most of my body reconstructed."
Seraphim supposed it wasn't that unreasonable of a conclusion to come to. Normally it wouldn't matter, but in this case she felt the need to correct him. It'd be annoying if he felt like he could fight harder because he thought she wasn't actually alive. Talking about it didn't bother her. It wasn't meant to be a secret, it just wasn't something that came up in casual conversation. There was no reason not to share.
She thought nothing of his threatening stance. It was absolutely meaningless to her. Seraphim meant it when she said she had no intention of fighting him, even if he felt the need to fight her. There was no point and she had no interest in fighting pointless battles. For a moment, she was silent and thoughtful. Nothing in her expression or body language reflected this, she just needed a moment to gather her thoughts and figure out how to get someone else to understand them.
"Shouldn't you have asked that before cutting off my arm?" She paused again. "I don't think our motives at that different. What differs is the nature of our targets. I cannot hold anything back against mine or I will die along with many others. That is not true of the people you fight correct?"
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Post by Blue Jay on Jan 22, 2017 14:23:58 GMT -7
Blue Jay blinked. He’d thought, surely, her being a robot was the weirdest it could get, but she’d gone and showed him up. She was a cyborg by necessity of dragon. Of course. But then, if she lost half of her body, how was she still alive? If she was fighting dragons, she had to be a super, so many she had pseudo-healing powers or something of the sort that kept her from dying? He would not put it past powers to keep someone alive if half their body was gone, but not actually repair any of that damage.
The shock was still churning through him when he spoke up on the accusation. “I didn’t mean-” He began to yell, but cut himself off and shook his head. “There is never a reason to kill someone. If you can’t fight your enemies without killing them, you’re doing it wrong.”
If he were fighting enemies that were strong enough and willing to kill him, he’d bring along friends. Supers were the strongest singular, non-dragon threat people needed to worry about, and his experience had most, if not all, supers could be beat by just two or three others, no death needed. If it was the power of a large organization she was talking about, like the government, there was even less of a reason to kill people. Those things were only strong as a whole; single members, or even groups of members, if it was unpowereds like the people in the houses she’d been blowing up, could be defeated without death no harder than supers could be. That wasn’t even how one went about defeating those groups, either. The actual killing wasn’t going to do more than put a job ad in the paper.
This wasn’t even to begin mentioning the number of ways to get rid of a threat that didn’t even have anything to do with violence. Killing was the lazy and sloppy way of problem solving and why anyone thought it was a good idea, he couldn’t begin to guess.
He drew a deep breath and put on his dark voice; the one he thought was sometimes overly so, but he guessed it didn’t really matter as long as it got the job done. The sword generally backed him up if his own disposition wasn’t enough. “So you’re not a robot? Good, means I can still cause problems if I stab you in the right place.”
Blue Jay took a step backwards and swung. She’d basically invited him to go for her limbs, which meant aside from any reverse psychology, they weren’t going to work. Instead, he was going for her chest. It was an upwards slash, meant to go from the lower left side of her stomach to her right shoulder - the one yet to be proven to have robot bones. The slash was quick enough that ordinary senses would be unable to track it; one moment he was holding the sword defensively, the next it was upwards and away with his raised hand, though the slice itself wasn’t meant to go any more than skin deep.
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Post by Seraphim on Jan 22, 2017 16:05:37 GMT -7
For what he fought against, his thoughts were accurate. It was clear he'd never been to a war torn region, and probably thought all terrorists were only as bad as Aurora Disicio. There was a reason she hadn't burned this city to the ground yet or systematically eliminated the problems in it. It didn't appear to be the right answer here. This city could still be safe and functional, and the supers here were not causing sufficient damage to outweigh the benefits they had against dragons. But this was all he knew. From his perspective, it made sense for him to think she was a monster. Seraphim would be concerned if he thought differently. Seraphim didn't want him to think differently. She had no intention of trying to persuade him that what she was doing was necessary. She found it unlikely she'd even explain her reasons. They were irrelevant. There were things he could do that she couldn't because of their respective choices. That's what mattered right now.
As always, his thoughts gave away his attack. Whether or not she'd be able to move fast enough to dodge it was still irrelevant, she had no intention of trying. Instead, she took a step forward. The sword easily cut through the metal in her gut, and through the metallic bones in her chest. It got a little closer to her heart than was safe, but her body was filled with so many redundancies that it wouldn't have even mattered it he cut through it completely. The other side of her body had far more biological material. This time, she bled, though not as much as a normal person would have. The amount of blood, and other fluids used to keep her body running properly, seeping out were more comparable to a forearm wound than a chest wound. If he was going to insist on fighting, Seraphim would not let him do it half way.
"Yes it does," she agreed. "But I just told you I was bitten in half by a dragon some time ago. What makes you think your sword strikes will even faze me?" She paused, and took a step back to make sure the sword came out of her. "These are not the kinds of fights you're suited to fight. I fight the hopeless fights, the people that cannot be saved," she paused again and looked towards the lights of the city. "I am out of my depth here. Most of the people here can still be saved. Those are the fights you are better suited to handle." Seraphim paused again.
"Someone tried to assassinate Aurora Disicio earlier tonight. He failed, she will survive. How do you think she will feel about this? How do you think she will react?"
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Post by Blue Jay on Jan 23, 2017 0:42:29 GMT -7
Blue Jay didn’t realize she’d taken a step forward until he felt the swing make contact, deeper than he’d intended, and the motion was done. His eyes flashed wide in the same fear as when he’d accidentally cut off her arm. She’d done that on purpose, hadn’t she? What was she thinking?
He was stiff, recovering to his standard defensive stance again as what she said deflated him further. There was no point to cutting off her limbs, nor her chest if she was going to step into his attacks. He didn’t have an answer to her question. There really wasn’t much he could do, was there? Fighting wasn’t the solution here. If she was going to continue blowing up houses, killing the people inside, he needed another way to stop her. Even if that meant showing up every night to try to stop her.
He had no idea what she meant by fights he wasn’t suited for. All he knew was that she was wrong; there was no such thing as someone who couldn’t be saved. It might be damn hard, but it was never impossible.
He would’ve said so, if not for what she said next.
His breath tried to choke him and a chill shot down his back. Someone had tried to assassinate Aurora? He was aware it was going to happen at some point, but the words rang in his head like he hadn’t ever thought it possible. The only thing that kept him from leaving immediately to find her was news that she was still alive and going to be alright - and the question of how the hell this lady knew any of this.
How could she know an attempt had been made on Aurora’s life, it’d failed, and she was going to be fine, with time to spare to set up bombs, before he’d heard any word of it? There was only one explanation he could think of; she had to have known beforehand. She was in on it, and, judging by her activity this evening, the way she talked like she knew stuff, and her apparent strength, he wouldn’t be surprised if she’d been the one orchestrating the whole thing. Indeed, the way she said it, like she was taunting him, he assumed it.
Even though he knew it was pointless, he poised to strike again. He didn’t care; if she was going to threaten his friends, he was going to threaten her. He narrowed his eyes on the woman and his voice darkened further; this time, the tone was not faked.
“What did you do to Aurora?! What do you want from her?!”
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Post by Seraphim on Jan 23, 2017 10:26:45 GMT -7
Her comments sparked further desire for an ideological debate, but she had no interest in such a discussion. It was exactly why she changed the subject to something more important. He didn't understand what she was talking about yet, but that was fine. There was time to explain. The fact that it provoked further hostility from him meant nothing to her. Seraphim still had no intention of fighting him, and she demonstrated that fighting her was pointless. He didn't seem as inclined to waste time trying things anymore.
Seraphim paused briefly before answering. He was misunderstanding the situation completely. She preferred Aurora Disicio not die. Her subordinate was the only reason she was even alive right now. However, was there any reason to correct him? Her intentions would be clear in time. It seemed unlikely that this conversation would ever turn friendly and that he would ever be friendly with her. She wasn't capable of having casual, friendly conversations anymore. There was no reason to waste time correcting him yet. At least, not until it looked like he might get more aggressive.
"Nothing. I expect nothing from her. This isn't about her, it's about you. It's why I let you see me. I cannot help her, but you should be able to." She paused again. "Geata has not been in a healthy emotional state lately. I expect it to get worse. His current mission is no less foolish than Aurora Disicio's." She paused again, considering how much was okay to say. "I do not know very much about dragons despite fighting them for more than 35 years. It is possible that this is because the government, with all their resources, has been unable to find out anything useful about them. If they were unable to find out anything, what are his odds? More likely though, I think they know quite a lot. Yet, they did not think it was a good idea to tell me, or any of the people I regularly come into contact with, about what they found despite my experience with them. In fact, because of my power, because I can read their minds," she clarified because he clearly didn't remember what her power was, "they have to go out of their way to hide it from me. What do you think they found? What made them feel the need to hide it from everyone, even the people that are on the front lines? If he finds this information, how do you think he will feel? How do you think he will react?"
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