PC: Harrowhark

[hardrocklife]

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[hardrocklife]

[He's looking at a wall, a fist clenched at his side.]

A leader and mentor... a man I once served proudly, and admired deeply...

... And besides that, he was my only living family. My great-grandfather, by blood.

[outsidebones]

...I'm sorry.

[the notion that he was turned into this by a mentor and a member of him family, who he thought cared for him - that does hurt.

she takes a deep breath, as though deciding what else to say, and then a memory of her own plays, instead.]

[hardrocklife]

[oh. that's dire.]

Is that... what you meant before?

[outsidebones]

[her hands are trembling violently when the memory ends; she tries to hold them together so they won't shake, expression flat, looking at the screen.]

...I don't care to have that information plastered about as entertainment.

But yes, that is what I meant. I am a construct, made of all of that.

[hardrocklife]

Sorry.

[For watching it, most of all. It was obviously supposed to be a private matter, and... yeah, if he were her, he wouldn't want that getting around, either.]

... I suppose my question from before must have sounded like nonsense. About unmaking a chimera...

[outsidebones]

It wasn't nonsense. But for obvious reasons, it is not something I would ever set out to do. The damage cannot be undone. All I can do is make something out of it using this power.

[it's hard to talk about this, but it's important to say this part, too.]

I do not see it the way they did. An acceptable transaction or a necessity - no. They were frightened, and they made a cowardly, monstrous decision. But it was done.

[hardrocklife]

[He listens... and then nods.]

I suppose that's the only reasonable way to look at it, given the circumstances.

[outsidebones]

[she swallows, nodding.]

Yes, well. I hope I can count on your silence, as you can count on mine.

[hardrocklife]

You needn't worry. I have no interest in spreading gossip.

[outsidebones]

Nor do I. Nonetheless, thank you.