[It is exactly that normalcy, that history has written this state of things as the baseline, that truly feels like sandpaper scraping against the underside of his skin. Markus’ frown deepens at her words, but he does not conjure up a reply against her reasoning. Not this time, not now — not when pressed against a throng of people who would laugh at all of this, who would treat it as passing amusement, to consider another race’s failed bid for freedom as superficial and utterly unimportant.
But there’s no mistaking Ciri’s good intentions. Markus may have more to say on the matter, but he has no desire to linger here. All curiosity regarding the festivities of this holiday have wilted and lay dead at his feet.]
Walk with me?
[He begins a half turn, still looking at her — an invite, if she wants to accept.]
no subject
But there’s no mistaking Ciri’s good intentions. Markus may have more to say on the matter, but he has no desire to linger here. All curiosity regarding the festivities of this holiday have wilted and lay dead at his feet.]
Walk with me?
[He begins a half turn, still looking at her — an invite, if she wants to accept.]