|| Again. I'm sorry for lack of replies. Blood tests being done, being pushed here and there for a possible PCOS diagnosis π΅βπ« I'll do my best soon! Catsitting right now.
It's no short feat to see one so close as an enemy. I find it forces an early maturity.
[ Her lips press into a firm line. ]
Lucky indeed that family exists within the Empire; and I'm glad to hear that his situation was... rectified.
[ She smiles narrowly. ]
( She doesnβt like to speak about her own childhood considering what happened to her and all. So sheβll keep it short. )
I was raised by a war criminal. So perhaps once or twice. But then again heβd steal shipments from the Empire and be quite a literal pain. He was dealt with -
A rare occurrence, from a woman of her stature and tone. Perhaps a onceβuponβaβlifetime one.
But despite how natural it seems, every letter drips sardonic cynicism.
There have been scant times where she's said please with authenticity, and they seem only to grow rarer.
Of course.
[ A mild sardonic tone lingers, before an inhale and- ah. ]
Jaspar Zorenn. I'm quite certain we may see quite a lot of chatter; so simply call me Director Thule.
Oh, no no. I'm speaking quite literally.
Ever caught an illness, taken something, and gotten better? My father or I were the ones to assign the fundings, and research the disease.