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…previous profession. Right. Anne fights back a grin at that by tonguing her cheek to mask the expression. Right and wrong, really. Right on the one because she has experienced the sort of mischaracterization Shadowheart means, but wrong because she experienced it in her current profession. She’s glad to see Shadowheart on the other side of that darkest part of her, but Anne’s shadiest character traits where still very much a part of her. One cannot rise from the ashes of their demise totally cleaned of soot, after all. Anne’s proud of her decisions, even if perhaps she hasn’t made the one Shadowheart thinks she has.
“…about that. I’ve a big favor to ask ye.”
She hasn’t recruited anyone to her cause. Not yet. It didn’t seem relevant until the city’s gates were on the horizon and she realized, too late, that Jack probably knows she’s alive. Just like she knows he is, and he’s in the city, and people seem to know about their little adventuring party.
“I…haven’t been entirely honest. About myself. My goals. And with…actual, world-ending problems my, ah…petty drama, if ye will, has felt so insignificant to. Everything and, frankly, everyone else. But it strikes me now that there might be a problem,” Anne says slowly, figuring the urge to emphasize each word, “that we have yet to prepare for.”
Anne tries and fails to keep her voice from rising in pitch.
“Have ye a moment to discuss that?”
@sharransepulchre forgot that only sith deal in absolutes. Continued from ✨ .
Anne actually snorts when Shadowheart, prickly and defensive, tries to cast aspersions onto her. Here all she’s said is the world isn’t as against the cleric as she thinks, simply is not in love with her, and her hackles have gone up! What in the hells is in the water these religious types drink? Anne levels a look that says you really should have seen this coming before she replies.
“Oh, the world’s fucking against me, have no doubt! Hates me. Made me what I am and rejects me, don’t matter a whit. I live on spite and audacity alone.” That’s at least mostly true. Anne shrugs and falls silent.
They share an inability to express vulnerability, but Anne’s found that to be standard in those who would take on a life of adventure. The burdened few, ignoring their burdens by facing the burdens of others. Anne’s known their type, her type, all her life. She’s been surrounded by them since birth.
“I only meant to say that the world hasn’t proved half so hostile to ye as ye act it does. Just ‘cause the world don’t love ye don’t mean it hates ye.”