Hmm, can she deal with them without being completely duped by them? I'll leave that determination to one of you who delights in those dealings. My name no longer curries the favor it once did, so I see no sense in trying.
[future Luna if you read this pc ilu and lacus This idea will probably shuffle quickly next week, once it becomes clear from their communication with the departed that their hosts are unlikely to be easily swayed.
Waltaquin likes the quiet fury of Psyche's grudge, though. Perhaps seeing it even makes her...proud? In a strange way.]
Hah, and of course you should be. [Glad to wake up and see that's she's still there, of course. Waltaquin seems to have figured out how to make the :3 ] You'd lose your pillow and your offensive firepower.
I... don't know. But I don't know that I would do better. I wonder how much I've really learned about knowing when people are lying to me.
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Considering everything that just happened at the trial, she wonders if she can really put that pressure on Lacus, though. She lets out a little sigh and reaches over to drape an arm over Waltaquin again. Can she get away with half-hugs when they're not sleeping... ]
That's right. So don't go anywhere, alright? I won't make you promise, but... [ Please don't be killed or kill anyone, Waltaquin. ]
I think it's much easier to spot an honest person, but everyone has their secrets. Your best bet is to find someone who seems trustworthy and give them occasion to lie.
[She grunts, once, when she gets gathered up into a non-sleeping hug, but doesn't fight it. After a moment, Waltaquin puts an arm around Psyche and rests her chin on the crown of her head.]
Coeurls don't change their pelts, Psyche. [Pity...she cannot look her in the face when she says this. But that's perhaps why she pulled her so close - she knew what she was about to say would feel like.] I couldn't make any promises even if you asked. Not long as we met, I told you I had every intention of doing as I pleased... but I won't make any foolish moves.
It's good advice... It's so hard, here. Everyone has reasons to lie. More than normal, I mean. Last week I really thought Lobelia was just trying to get everyone to look at other people. And then today, he hardly tried to hide it at all... I feel like I don't understand some of the people here at all.
[ Implying she understands anyone here... She closes her eyes more tightly, trying to listen to Waltaquin's words, her tone, with almost fierce focus. ]
I wonder. I think people can change, if they want to. [ But she knows the obvious corollary to that, so it doesn't need to be said. She gives a little nod. ] I think that's all I can ask from you. I just... really hope our goals are the same. I'd feel a lot stronger fighting beside you.
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future Luna if you read this pc ilu and lacusThis idea will probably shuffle quickly next week, once it becomes clear from their communication with the departed that their hosts are unlikely to be easily swayed.Waltaquin likes the quiet fury of Psyche's grudge, though. Perhaps seeing it even makes her...proud? In a strange way.]
Hah, and of course you should be. [Glad to wake up and see that's she's still there, of course. Waltaquin seems to have figured out how to make the :3 ] You'd lose your pillow and your offensive firepower.
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WE LOVE LACUS IN THIS HOUSEConsidering everything that just happened at the trial, she wonders if she can really put that pressure on Lacus, though. She lets out a little sigh and reaches over to drape an arm over Waltaquin again. Can she get away with half-hugs when they're not sleeping... ]
That's right. So don't go anywhere, alright? I won't make you promise, but... [ Please don't be killed or kill anyone, Waltaquin. ]
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[She grunts, once, when she gets gathered up into a non-sleeping hug, but doesn't fight it. After a moment, Waltaquin puts an arm around Psyche and rests her chin on the crown of her head.]
Coeurls don't change their pelts, Psyche. [Pity...she cannot look her in the face when she says this. But that's perhaps why she pulled her so close - she knew what she was about to say would feel like.] I couldn't make any promises even if you asked. Not long as we met, I told you I had every intention of doing as I pleased... but I won't make any foolish moves.
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[ Implying she understands anyone here... She closes her eyes more tightly, trying to listen to Waltaquin's words, her tone, with almost fierce focus. ]
I wonder. I think people can change, if they want to. [ But she knows the obvious corollary to that, so it doesn't need to be said. She gives a little nod. ] I think that's all I can ask from you. I just... really hope our goals are the same. I'd feel a lot stronger fighting beside you.