"Since you insist," she almost sighed, and bowed slightly from the waist.
Scout came to the doors and pushed them open and stopped as if she'd come to a sudden wall, her posture stiffening as she realized that there was just one thing that she could not in good conscience leave unsaid, not if she was going to live and work with these people. Something she did not want to say. She did not turn.
"I can't put this gracefully, and I'm sorry, but- " Scout's voice flattened. The fact that this was not her native tongue worked in her favor; she could sort of disconnect from the words she was saying, and feel almost nothing. It made her vaguely-but-not-really-Scottish inflections stronger, too.
"My Order was destroyed from the inside. Two years ago our strongest and best Knight brought an army into the Temple and killed everyone who didn't run." She studied the corridor ahead to block out the images. Scout didn't hate herself for running, not anymore. The dead had wanted her to go, not be counted among them. But that night wasn't something to dwell on. Ever.
"Please know. This isn't an accusation. But sometimes the people who're trusted shouldn't be, and no one figures it out until too late." Masters who had been able to read things about Scout that she hadn't grasped herself hadn't had an inkling about the Traitor, or so she believed. Scout hadn't exactly been privy to their plans. Her voice was almost too quiet to hear, at the end. "I can't be there again."
Her back saber-straight, she went out through the doors without so much as looking back.
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Scout came to the doors and pushed them open and stopped as if she'd come to a sudden wall, her posture stiffening as she realized that there was just one thing that she could not in good conscience leave unsaid, not if she was going to live and work with these people. Something she did not want to say. She did not turn.
"I can't put this gracefully, and I'm sorry, but- " Scout's voice flattened. The fact that this was not her native tongue worked in her favor; she could sort of disconnect from the words she was saying, and feel almost nothing. It made her vaguely-but-not-really-Scottish inflections stronger, too.
"My Order was destroyed from the inside. Two years ago our strongest and best Knight brought an army into the Temple and killed everyone who didn't run." She studied the corridor ahead to block out the images. Scout didn't hate herself for running, not anymore. The dead had wanted her to go, not be counted among them. But that night wasn't something to dwell on. Ever.
"Please know. This isn't an accusation. But sometimes the people who're trusted shouldn't be, and no one figures it out until too late." Masters who had been able to read things about Scout that she hadn't grasped herself hadn't had an inkling about the Traitor, or so she believed. Scout hadn't exactly been privy to their plans. Her voice was almost too quiet to hear, at the end. "I can't be there again."
Her back saber-straight, she went out through the doors without so much as looking back.