[ in a sense, it's interesting - parts of this memory whirl with confusion, concepts that go over his head, but others are so violently familiar that they make his heart twist.
he sees himself in this thegrea. her frustration, her sword, her anger, but - his breath catches as she takes after the young man called rorowa, and he feels all of that twist up and curl in his chest, and that silence left behind as mordalion left her there.
it's - it's a lot, and he comes out of it and has to remember how to breathe. he really does remind strohl of heismay, in a lot of ways. his actions, his cleverness, his speed and the shadows with which he melds into, and the rest... ]
[ it's a battle he takes no particular pride in winning, even with all the banter and backtalk weaved into his strategy of watching and waiting. there's a droop to the ends of his ears as they're forced to relive it for him.
strohl's tension is not missed, either, mordalion glancing at him from the corner of his vision even before he finds his voice. with a hum, he tilts his head. ]
She was under the influence of the "Unknown". Her grief and anger left her susceptible to its manipulation. [ a frown. ] We've never gotten along in particular, but I still knew her well, and had suspected it for quite a while.
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he sees himself in this thegrea. her frustration, her sword, her anger, but - his breath catches as she takes after the young man called rorowa, and he feels all of that twist up and curl in his chest, and that silence left behind as mordalion left her there.
it's - it's a lot, and he comes out of it and has to remember how to breathe. he really does remind strohl of heismay, in a lot of ways. his actions, his cleverness, his speed and the shadows with which he melds into, and the rest... ]
...What happened to her?
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strohl's tension is not missed, either, mordalion glancing at him from the corner of his vision even before he finds his voice. with a hum, he tilts his head. ]
She was under the influence of the "Unknown". Her grief and anger left her susceptible to its manipulation. [ a frown. ] We've never gotten along in particular, but I still knew her well, and had suspected it for quite a while.