"Pyrrha Dve was—ow," Harrow is saved from having to think about that one, at least. And she appreciates it with a definite intensity that is odd to put to having her arm pinched, even if she's shaking her hand in the air to displace the sensation.
Something about that makes so much sense. The blood wards. The advice. Protect you from ... us. But it's no longer an allowable topic. There is no looking back, only forward. Harrow the First does not violate Harrow the Ninth's rules; Harrow the Ambiguously Both is toeing the emotional line just repeatedly coming face to face with Nav.
This one, at least, seems very determined to be Nav, and not someone else in a theater who was hearing and seeing as unclearly as Harrow was. "Maybe. Do you even know what the line is for?" Harrow doesn't either, but she seems to be standing on it anyway. (And firmly not talking about the Sleeper; maybe the food will distract.)
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Something about that makes so much sense. The blood wards. The advice. Protect you from ... us. But it's no longer an allowable topic. There is no looking back, only forward. Harrow the First does not violate Harrow the Ninth's rules; Harrow the Ambiguously Both is toeing the emotional line just repeatedly coming face to face with Nav.
This one, at least, seems very determined to be Nav, and not someone else in a theater who was hearing and seeing as unclearly as Harrow was. "Maybe. Do you even know what the line is for?" Harrow doesn't either, but she seems to be standing on it anyway. (And firmly not talking about the Sleeper; maybe the food will distract.)