( it's not a cocktail of emotions he was really expecting. at first the only response hayame might get is a sort of sheepishness — he feels that whatever he might glean from her through Communion is something she didn't really want him to see (or feel, as it were), so he's doing what he can to... not take note of it... respectfully?

still, despite all of this, he can't help but confusedly parrot, ) Unsold...?

( um... maybe that's the wrong thing to focus on. it's not something he would press any more than he already has, instead continuing, )

No, it's not that I'm surprised. I mean, it would be silly if I thought that considering you nearly shot me with an arrow that one time... ( the first and likely not the last time. )

It's just a different way of thinking about this sort of thing, is all. The organization I worked for always worked in secret... It would've been a problem if normal people noticed the violence that went on around them any more than they might have already. So that's why I asked.

( without any further fanfare, he sends her a mental image. the horosian script is plain, but he had tried to picture it in a way that would be as easy to copy as possible.

FOR:
SERVICE TO THE REGENT
SUPPORTING THE DESTRUCTION OF WORLDS )

I can read it, if you want, but it's pretty much what you already said.