[Eva offers a brittle, fragile smile. The kind that's real for scant seconds as she hears the words but she can't deal with them right now- before it turns harder, more practised. The cost of her life, of her choices.
Of the life and lies she's carried on her shoulders.]
Maybe. Or maybe it's how life is.
[And then her gaze is sharp. Critical and seeking clarification before she makes a call on if Jou is someone to be wary of, or someone who might, just maybe, be an ally.]
no subject
Of the life and lies she's carried on her shoulders.]
Maybe. Or maybe it's how life is.
[And then her gaze is sharp. Critical and seeking clarification before she makes a call on if Jou is someone to be wary of, or someone who might, just maybe, be an ally.]
... What did you see, Seer?