[Liem’s observation of Matt drifts down his arms as Matt straightens himself out, hands travelling over a body that thankfully seems to be uninjured as of now. The lack of zombie bites is promising, but for just a moment, Liem’s eyes catch on a small mark on one wrist, showing fresh and pink against the pale skin: another kind of bite mark, and one he is intimately familiar with.
When he looks back up at Matt’s face, his expression is carefully neutral.]
During the attack? [he echoes. He assumes Matt must mean Zenith’s attack on Springstar, but he can’t recall having seen Matt there, immediately before or after. In fact, he hasn’t seen Matt around Heliopolis at all in the times he’s been there, and he certainly didn’t note his presence in Meridian’s group communion in the days before the Oracle trial began.
Realization sinks into him reluctantly.]
Ah… [Should he be associating with him, then? During the Oracle trial, their aims are surely not aligned.] I don’t need protection. You would be better served saving your magic for other passengers.
no subject
When he looks back up at Matt’s face, his expression is carefully neutral.]
During the attack? [he echoes. He assumes Matt must mean Zenith’s attack on Springstar, but he can’t recall having seen Matt there, immediately before or after. In fact, he hasn’t seen Matt around Heliopolis at all in the times he’s been there, and he certainly didn’t note his presence in Meridian’s group communion in the days before the Oracle trial began.
Realization sinks into him reluctantly.]
Ah… [Should he be associating with him, then? During the Oracle trial, their aims are surely not aligned.] I don’t need protection. You would be better served saving your magic for other passengers.