[ Which she does. Like she's been burned, snapping her hand back and simply ... holding it there, letting it hover uselessly. And she stares at him with a blankness that slowly, painfully slowly, turns into a deep, dawning horror. Like someone filled her gut with ice or ripped her heart right out. Her hand falls.
Van. Luke's old master. The one who... Akzeriuth...
Everything... Everything Luke had been trying so hard to fight against, everything he'd been doing so much to change, everything... they'd ever discussed about it, the ... the night he sobbed until he broke, telling her about what he'd done, the ... time in the Land of Departure, when he seemed so happy...
"I'm ... proud to be Luke fon Fabre."
Through her long silence her horror grows, until it's almost comically plain on her face. It looks strangely, too, like grief. She feels like she's going to be sick.
A million questions fill her mind. How does he know? How did he find out? Where is Van right now? Has he already spoken to-- no, he must have, or he wouldn't be acting like--
Frozen with indecision, she looks down at the floor, her eyes very, very wide. Wide and terrified. She just ... she just doesn't know what to say. After too long, in a voice just above a whisper: ]
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Van. Luke's old master. The one who... Akzeriuth...
Everything... Everything Luke had been trying so hard to fight against, everything he'd been doing so much to change, everything... they'd ever discussed about it, the ... the night he sobbed until he broke, telling her about what he'd done, the ... time in the Land of Departure, when he seemed so happy...
"I'm ... proud to be Luke fon Fabre."
Through her long silence her horror grows, until it's almost comically plain on her face. It looks strangely, too, like grief. She feels like she's going to be sick.
A million questions fill her mind. How does he know? How did he find out? Where is Van right now? Has he already spoken to-- no, he must have, or he wouldn't be acting like--
Frozen with indecision, she looks down at the floor, her eyes very, very wide. Wide and terrified. She just ... she just doesn't know what to say. After too long, in a voice just above a whisper: ]
What ... what happens now?