[ The admission gets Vi's full attention, turning to assess the way he sits, and her understanding of his frailty is immediately shifted. He isn't flimsy from being a spoiled scholar. He's another veteran that's been damaged in a war that's invisible to most topsiders. She'd lost everything, but it still looks like the fissures had been kinder to her.
Stepping closer now, the grit in her teeth bears more anger than pity. Vi is so tired of being reminded of why the undercity needs help, and how much her own sister just blew that chance right into the damn sky.
Leaning back against the table, her ankles cross and she leans onto one hand, watching the way his hands work and instinctively letting her other hand over just off to the side, in case there's a sign he needs them shifted or moved. She's not looking to have him collapse over something like this.
She'll at least have the decency to pull her hand away when she answers after a delay, guilt only causing the briefest glance down. It had been nothing new to her, but to a topsider... ]
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Stepping closer now, the grit in her teeth bears more anger than pity. Vi is so tired of being reminded of why the undercity needs help, and how much her own sister just blew that chance right into the damn sky.
Leaning back against the table, her ankles cross and she leans onto one hand, watching the way his hands work and instinctively letting her other hand over just off to the side, in case there's a sign he needs them shifted or moved. She's not looking to have him collapse over something like this.
She'll at least have the decency to pull her hand away when she answers after a delay, guilt only causing the briefest glance down. It had been nothing new to her, but to a topsider... ]
...He saw his first dead kid.