[ There's a faint look of....pain? regret? that briefly flickers across his face. His voice dips quieter, almost imperceptibly. ]
More of a choice than now.
[ They'd all been given the same vials back then, filled with the same nauseating sludge that had burrowed deep into their veins and left them sick for more than just a few days. But there'd been less of a division back then between Pleroma and Kenoma, and the land they'd been confined in had been more neutral than now.
The question itself is a valid question to ask, though unfortunately if he's expecting any sort of detailed answer he'll be left wanting. ]
As for your history, I wouldn't know. We only met a handful of times.
[ The first time had been a fight and the second had been a shared hallucination. Neither had been particularly pleasant. ]
anyway. for real this time.
More of a choice than now.
[ They'd all been given the same vials back then, filled with the same nauseating sludge that had burrowed deep into their veins and left them sick for more than just a few days. But there'd been less of a division back then between Pleroma and Kenoma, and the land they'd been confined in had been more neutral than now.
The question itself is a valid question to ask, though unfortunately if he's expecting any sort of detailed answer he'll be left wanting. ]
As for your history, I wouldn't know. We only met a handful of times.
[ The first time had been a fight and the second had been a shared hallucination. Neither had been particularly pleasant. ]