08-09-2016, 11:45 AM
The room was silent as Armande studied her for a moment, thinking over her response. Martin stood behind the girl, still as death, the tick of the ancient clock the only sound. Armande let his hand rest on the opened package on his desk, feeling what was inside. He needed confirmation. The risk would be too great, otherwise.
He thought back to Martin's report on this girl. He changed his angle. She was sulky and dealing with her was rapidly becoming a chore. Far more grating than just because she was a sentient in their midst. "I understand that you are able to tell if a person is holding the power of the reborn gods, is that correct?" He did not wait for her to answer. He did not wish to hear more of her glib remarks than was strictly necessary.
Quietly he asked, "Tell me, were any of these men doing so?" If so...good. That she let them go was for another time. Perhaps. It was not mercy to one such as her he was showing. There was no room for mercy in this war. No. The fight against gods had to be fought intelligently.
He thought back to Martin's report on this girl. He changed his angle. She was sulky and dealing with her was rapidly becoming a chore. Far more grating than just because she was a sentient in their midst. "I understand that you are able to tell if a person is holding the power of the reborn gods, is that correct?" He did not wait for her to answer. He did not wish to hear more of her glib remarks than was strictly necessary.
Quietly he asked, "Tell me, were any of these men doing so?" If so...good. That she let them go was for another time. Perhaps. It was not mercy to one such as her he was showing. There was no room for mercy in this war. No. The fight against gods had to be fought intelligently.