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.
[ WE LOVE LACUS IN THIS HOUSE
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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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.