[He refuses to turn and face her, even as he answers her hail. It would be insulting any day, perhaps enough to make her question where his usual impeccable manners had gone, but on this day... in these circumstances... she can only see in it shame and resignation. Her harsh gaze observes the knit of his shoulders, the angle of his stance... and behind him, unseen, her lips twist into an offended gash.]
Do you think I am not tired?
[Since the Oracle's announcement, she had ceased to have enemies and allies. Now, she had enemies, traitors, and potential traitors. And Liem-]
You stink of Zenith.
[Will he deny it? Will he turn and face her and deny it?]
no subject
Do you think I am not tired?
[Since the Oracle's announcement, she had ceased to have enemies and allies. Now, she had enemies, traitors, and potential traitors. And Liem-]
You stink of Zenith.
[Will he deny it? Will he turn and face her and deny it?]