Office Hours - We Could Be

[shieldof]

[Faith's door remains closed, the brass "PRIVATE" plaque silent and unyielding. Trying to force the door yields no results, but- she said you could contact her here, so just go ahead and knock. Worst case scenario, you're no worse off than before, right?]

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Comments

[stillhungry]

Gee, Faith!

They could at least TELL YEW when yew got yewr PRO-MOW-SHIN to butcher!

1/2

[shieldof]

Sir Inspekta-?

[There's a bit of a face journey here. A short one, anyway. Shock, surprise, for just a second. Maybe some tones of offense.]

2/2

[shieldof]

[But rapidly arriving at hurt and resignation.]

...I see. That. May be an accurate assessment, if this is how things are to be.

[stillhungry]

"If", huh...

[And then his usual smile just springs back into place, like it never left. Maybe it didn't!]

S'a pretty big IFFY there! Yew really don't want anyone gettin' hoit, do yew?

[shieldof]

Of course not! I did not believe- I understand how little of me you must think now, but I promise I take no joy in the prospect of any of you being hurt and worse.

[stillhungry]

Wells... For what it's worth, I bee-leaf yew!

But I dunno if tha others will...

[shieldof]

...thank you, Sir Inspekta. That- honestly does mean quite a lot.

[She leans forward in her chair, resting her arms on her desk for once.]

Whatever the others think- I cannot actually begrudge them.

[stillhungry]

Kinda hard ta, yeah...

[FAIR'S FAIR...]

But all tha more reason to try an' clear things up, don't yew think? Else... Gee, else dey're jus' gonna see yew as an enemy.

[shieldof]

I- am not certain how much can be cleared. Even if I do not wish to see any of you harmed, I cannot defy my god. I may BE an enemy, come the end of all this.

[There's an edge of fear in her voice, at that last part.]

[stillhungry]

...Dey must be real special, ta inspire sew much loyalty!

[shieldof]

They are- they cared for me, raised me. Gave me such knowledge as they could, until I was capable of teaching myself.

[She smiles softly, despite everything. It's bittersweet but genuine.]

I suppose in a way they are the closest I have to a parent.

[stillhungry]

[Oh...]

...No otha family, huh?

[shieldof]

None that I recall, at least.

[It doesn't sound like it particularly saddens her.]

I must have had parents, at least, but they must have perished when I was quite young.

[stillhungry]

Aw, I know that type a story real well. Happens all tha time, back in tha Drain.

So, no family... What about friends?