She sees Maelle’s movements in her peripheral vision, and she takes a brief moment to confirm what she suspects; she’s closing off, and for good reason. This conversation will not veer anywhere more pleasant again.
“I don’t know why he would tell me and then not do it,” Sciel says. “It’s hard, but…”
He wouldn’t sabotage her friendship with Gustave by putting her in a tighter spot. Sciel feels confident about that, so much so that she decides not to even suggest the alternative out loud. Doubling down won’t go anywhere useful, either. For a moment she just lets the but hang there, her expression overly hopeful, like she could reassure Lune that no gentleness is needed.
Here’s the but: She realizes she’s wringing her hands. She smiles and shrugs and decides she’d much rather care for the two people in front of her than worry about something Verso still has time to do.
“You know, it’s getting late. I think this is enough to stew on for one night, and Gustave will want Maelle home soon anyway… should we call it here for now?”
Let Maelle have some reprieve, before she shuts down entirely.
Lune remains silent, flattening her lips briefly in an imitation of a sympathetic smile. She hopes Sciel is right. She doesn't think Verso would deliberately decide not to follow through with a promise made, but when is it ever a good time to broach difficult conversations? It could be all too easy to push it back, and again... but Sciel is confident. Lune may not trust Verso, but she does trust Sciel with everything she has.
"Oh— yeah. Sure." Lune nods, setting her half-empty glass on the coffee table. As usual, Sciel picks up on the obvious cues and things she misses. "I suppose we have nothing but time, now."
But Lune only barely keeps her tone level and the grimace from her expression at that, knowing she's supposed to feel glad — or some other positive emotion — at the prospect. All she feels is pervasive uncertainty and a sense of... being out of place.
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“I don’t know why he would tell me and then not do it,” Sciel says. “It’s hard, but…”
He wouldn’t sabotage her friendship with Gustave by putting her in a tighter spot. Sciel feels confident about that, so much so that she decides not to even suggest the alternative out loud. Doubling down won’t go anywhere useful, either. For a moment she just lets the but hang there, her expression overly hopeful, like she could reassure Lune that no gentleness is needed.
Here’s the but: She realizes she’s wringing her hands. She smiles and shrugs and decides she’d much rather care for the two people in front of her than worry about something Verso still has time to do.
“You know, it’s getting late. I think this is enough to stew on for one night, and Gustave will want Maelle home soon anyway… should we call it here for now?”
Let Maelle have some reprieve, before she shuts down entirely.
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"Oh— yeah. Sure." Lune nods, setting her half-empty glass on the coffee table. As usual, Sciel picks up on the obvious cues and things she misses. "I suppose we have nothing but time, now."
But Lune only barely keeps her tone level and the grimace from her expression at that, knowing she's supposed to feel glad — or some other positive emotion — at the prospect. All she feels is pervasive uncertainty and a sense of... being out of place.