Bastien shifts a few inches to accommodate Julius' return, tips his head in acknowledgment of Tsenka's connection, and at Marcus' venomous no gives his shoulders a slant and his jaw an angle that convey hedging inconclusion.
"I am not ruling her in," definitively. They'd likely need more proof than the word of a self-interested man trying to explain his way out of an abduction. "Our new friend Arlyn says they received word from us that you were some kind of traitor. They believed they were doing this at our request. They'd had letters."
Her merry wit, her company at the theater. Her sharp eyes and aim. Her access to records. There is a feeling he is not allowing himself to feel. It's premature. It's unhelpful.
"Does SF mean anything to you? Is there anyone among your contacts or old company—" A less tidy explanation than the same person within Riftwatch, using the same methods as before, but he wants the stone turned. "—who might want you gone?"
no subject
"I am not ruling her in," definitively. They'd likely need more proof than the word of a self-interested man trying to explain his way out of an abduction. "Our new friend Arlyn says they received word from us that you were some kind of traitor. They believed they were doing this at our request. They'd had letters."
Her merry wit, her company at the theater. Her sharp eyes and aim. Her access to records. There is a feeling he is not allowing himself to feel. It's premature. It's unhelpful.
"Does SF mean anything to you? Is there anyone among your contacts or old company—" A less tidy explanation than the same person within Riftwatch, using the same methods as before, but he wants the stone turned. "—who might want you gone?"