Jedao's face changes in a chilling pattern, and Reshad nods slowly, once. Yes; she knows what he did. And that he's willing to sacrifice his own, does he think it necessary. To kill this questionable ally for the purpose of an experiment - well, it saves her asking where some of the knowledge came from.
She is not one to point fingers, or recoil in horror. Not when her own hands were sullied well before Sasha and Quill and a rebellion with ideas about moths, if not to the catastrophic extent that his have been.
Not when all her guesses about Jedao's relationship with authority point to horrors.
"No, that's a risk best avoided." Possession by erstwhile ally - how strange, to think of that as something outside the realm of fiction. (He could be lying; he has no reason to lie to them.)
Sasha's question strikes her as remarkably cold-blooded; not what she'd expect, if what she's considering is a remote, unwarned death. That seems unusual, and so Reshad refrains from comment or even reaction to the thought. The quieter you are, the more you are able to hear.
"Is there a ...backup?" The question feels foolish, when asking about a living being. Or an unliving one, like something from a horror-tale, but it's exactly those tales that inspire the question: somewhere, for all she knows, is a goose egg hidden in a turtle, hidden in a pond.
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Re: a quiet room - paging Jedao and Reshad
Date: 2020-01-30 12:36 am (UTC)She is not one to point fingers, or recoil in horror. Not when her own hands were sullied well before Sasha and Quill and a rebellion with ideas about moths, if not to the catastrophic extent that his have been.
Not when all her guesses about Jedao's relationship with authority point to horrors.
"No, that's a risk best avoided." Possession by erstwhile ally - how strange, to think of that as something outside the realm of fiction. (He could be lying; he has no reason to lie to them.)
Sasha's question strikes her as remarkably cold-blooded; not what she'd expect, if what she's considering is a remote, unwarned death. That seems unusual, and so Reshad refrains from comment or even reaction to the thought. The quieter you are, the more you are able to hear.
"Is there a ...backup?" The question feels foolish, when asking about a living being. Or an unliving one, like something from a horror-tale, but it's exactly those tales that inspire the question: somewhere, for all she knows, is a goose egg hidden in a turtle, hidden in a pond.