and frieren looks up, having thought that part of it done, uncertain how to carry the conversation past that. it wasn't as if she was entirely disappointed... her own desire was a whim, born out of an echo of a thought. there would be more moments; it didn't exactly have to be this one. ]
Why?
[ there's no gratitude in the question, and it's unclear if she feels it. ultimately, she's curious. ]
You could get trapped, or stabbed.
[ she is selling this. but these were his words, not hers. ]
no subject
and frieren looks up, having thought that part of it done, uncertain how to carry the conversation past that. it wasn't as if she was entirely disappointed... her own desire was a whim, born out of an echo of a thought. there would be more moments; it didn't exactly have to be this one. ]
Why?
[ there's no gratitude in the question, and it's unclear if she feels it. ultimately, she's curious. ]
You could get trapped, or stabbed.
[ she is selling this. but these were his words, not hers. ]