There's a certain measure of understanding that comes with keeping a secret like hers. He hasn't been forthcoming with even the most basic facts about himself for a reason. Not necessarily because he doesn't think he could handle any of them if they chose to come after him, but he has family to think of. Trusting any one of them could come back to haunt him.
Which makes it interesting that he's the one she decided to tell. For whatever reason, that makes him more curious. About her, about how her abilities work. ('Pluck it away like a flower.') With his powers, it wouldn't be terribly hard to arrange that test without anyone knowing they were gone. He'll have to weigh the benefits, calculate the risks, so he says nothing more on the subject.
His eyes narrow slightly when she talks about learning all she can while she's here, but he doesn't raise the question of what interests her. It might be enough for her just to be able to hide in a crowd.
"In that case, good luck at staging your revolt." It sounds like a noble cause, righting injustice for her people. He knows what he would do in that situation, but not everyone's mind goes to the same dark places as his. It's just as well that she hasn't asked about the names scrawled on the table, though when he briefly glances at it, he realizes he never got around to including hers.
If he had something to drink, he'd be downing it right now. As it is, he just folds his arms and tries to reach a level of acceptance of everything he's learned since sitting down.
"Am I the only one who knows? Aside from the Merchant." Who seems to know enough about her to think the mirror is safe with her. In hindsight, he probably should have been more careful about what he touched in that room.
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Which makes it interesting that he's the one she decided to tell. For whatever reason, that makes him more curious. About her, about how her abilities work. ('Pluck it away like a flower.') With his powers, it wouldn't be terribly hard to arrange that test without anyone knowing they were gone. He'll have to weigh the benefits, calculate the risks, so he says nothing more on the subject.
His eyes narrow slightly when she talks about learning all she can while she's here, but he doesn't raise the question of what interests her. It might be enough for her just to be able to hide in a crowd.
"In that case, good luck at staging your revolt." It sounds like a noble cause, righting injustice for her people. He knows what he would do in that situation, but not everyone's mind goes to the same dark places as his. It's just as well that she hasn't asked about the names scrawled on the table, though when he briefly glances at it, he realizes he never got around to including hers.
If he had something to drink, he'd be downing it right now. As it is, he just folds his arms and tries to reach a level of acceptance of everything he's learned since sitting down.
"Am I the only one who knows? Aside from the Merchant." Who seems to know enough about her to think the mirror is safe with her. In hindsight, he probably should have been more careful about what he touched in that room.