He doesn't sound convinced, and he's eager to find an exit from this line of questioning. Vlast feels a bit too raw to say any more on the matter and it's not like anything can be done about it at the moment.
(But something catches, creating a crack in his aloofness. Maybe the research division is worth a brief look. Maybe.)
Vlast gets to his feet, only to kick off his boots and collapse into the nest of pillows and blankets he's made of his bed. It jostles the pair of parcels onto the floor, but he doesn't seem to care, instead fixing his gaze on the shard in Bene's hand.
"Have they made any progress? ...With the anchors."
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"Maybe."
He doesn't sound convinced, and he's eager to find an exit from this line of questioning. Vlast feels a bit too raw to say any more on the matter and it's not like anything can be done about it at the moment.
(But something catches, creating a crack in his aloofness. Maybe the research division is worth a brief look. Maybe.)
Vlast gets to his feet, only to kick off his boots and collapse into the nest of pillows and blankets he's made of his bed. It jostles the pair of parcels onto the floor, but he doesn't seem to care, instead fixing his gaze on the shard in Bene's hand.
"Have they made any progress? ...With the anchors."