And how are you so certain that would come to pass?
[ All things considered, she takes it very in stride, not seeming to be very shocked by this revelation. ]
Have you an impulse you cannot control? Or, perhaps, it is something about him specifically?
[ Even her inflection doesn't change, still retaining that polite, serene varnish — and neither does she reach out a hand to comfort her. Then again, she also doesn't pull away. One gets the sense that "killing" is no longer something she feels immediate need to blink an eye at — if anything, she seems to hone in on her companion more, invested in getting to the bottom of this, now.
Perhaps... in getting to the bottom of whether she believes she can change. Or if she simply wishes to embrace this. In attempt to make her feel less isolated, and to negate the need for her to answer in words, if she so wishes, she puts a hand over her chest, looking at her seriously. ]
I once had a master with such an impulse. I saw for myself how it tore at him.
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And how are you so certain that would come to pass?
[ All things considered, she takes it very in stride, not seeming to be very shocked by this revelation. ]
Have you an impulse you cannot control? Or, perhaps, it is something about him specifically?
[ Even her inflection doesn't change, still retaining that polite, serene varnish — and neither does she reach out a hand to comfort her. Then again, she also doesn't pull away. One gets the sense that "killing" is no longer something she feels immediate need to blink an eye at — if anything, she seems to hone in on her companion more, invested in getting to the bottom of this, now.
Perhaps... in getting to the bottom of whether she believes she can change. Or if she simply wishes to embrace this. In attempt to make her feel less isolated, and to negate the need for her to answer in words, if she so wishes, she puts a hand over her chest, looking at her seriously. ]
I once had a master with such an impulse. I saw for myself how it tore at him.