The tension eases from his shoulders along with the pain. The eyes disappear, closing as if they had obtained what they were looking for. Federico...slumps a little where he kneels on the floor, resting a hand on his temple.
The Law gifted the sankta their empathy link, and it can take it away at any time. But...but he's never felt anything like that. Was that...what it's like to Fall?
He can still "hear" her, however. Normal aching at the resonances clashing, her anxiety, her...guilt? He sighs, breath shaking slightly.
"Your apology is accepted." He had brushed aside her previous one, but this...warranted an apology. "I will not pretend to understand. I had no intention of spreading word of your pain. It is a personal matter to you..." Is it like if His Holiness the Pope became injured...? But Robin's people aren't here, if she presides over any. Right? So why is she so secretive about it?
....it oddly reminds him of Richele, actually. An old colleague who is very skilled in social communications, and deathly afraid of showing any bit of weakness. As if it's a death sentence to him. Federico never understood why it frightened him so, but learned to not ask about it. It seems he will be applying the same here.
"I...see." He bows his head for a moment. "I...just a request would have sufficed, Signora. But you have my word. I will not speak of this to anyone." Perhaps she's surrounded by people at home who lie about such things. Federico is not that kind of person.
Not lethal...? As if she. Can. Make it lethal. His stomach turns at the thought.
A dismissal from her. Federico rises to his feet, swaying slightly as she sinks to the ground. "I will leave you to it." The distress from Sunday is growing. She's right; he needs to find his friend. Her brother. A version of him..."You are properly armed, yes? In case any threats appear? You won't be using so much of your power that you won't have bullets to fire, yes? Or do you have originium bullets in reserve?"
Poor Fedi is running into alot of funky mind altering situations here
The Law gifted the sankta their empathy link, and it can take it away at any time. But...but he's never felt anything like that. Was that...what it's like to Fall?
He can still "hear" her, however. Normal aching at the resonances clashing, her anxiety, her...guilt? He sighs, breath shaking slightly.
"Your apology is accepted." He had brushed aside her previous one, but this...warranted an apology. "I will not pretend to understand. I had no intention of spreading word of your pain. It is a personal matter to you..." Is it like if His Holiness the Pope became injured...? But Robin's people aren't here, if she presides over any. Right? So why is she so secretive about it?
....it oddly reminds him of Richele, actually. An old colleague who is very skilled in social communications, and deathly afraid of showing any bit of weakness. As if it's a death sentence to him. Federico never understood why it frightened him so, but learned to not ask about it. It seems he will be applying the same here.
"I...see." He bows his head for a moment. "I...just a request would have sufficed, Signora. But you have my word. I will not speak of this to anyone." Perhaps she's surrounded by people at home who lie about such things. Federico is not that kind of person.
Not lethal...? As if she. Can. Make it lethal. His stomach turns at the thought.
A dismissal from her. Federico rises to his feet, swaying slightly as she sinks to the ground. "I will leave you to it." The distress from Sunday is growing. She's right; he needs to find his friend. Her brother. A version of him..."You are properly armed, yes? In case any threats appear? You won't be using so much of your power that you won't have bullets to fire, yes? Or do you have originium bullets in reserve?"
Guy who does not know how normal guns work....