The Sunspire looks like we're in for nasty weather

she wondered briefly what that was. she'd never really paused to consider who and what she wanted to be, never before had fear and guilt and shame allowed room for her ambition to take breath. lighting flashed, quick and violent, illuminating the stark outlines of the clouds for a fleeting instant. she didn't quite look back at him, but her ears flickered in acknowledgment of what he'd said. 

her next words had her look back, brow furrowed. she had not expected Rannoch to offer this - under no condition had she assumed he'd react with hostility towards the pair (did he ever?). she did not know quite what to offer on this, and so she dipped her head a moment in quiet thanks. her gaze settled on his neck, the thick scar that wrapped there. "scars make people bitter. angry. but you are not."  more than commentary on his personality but a question - why and how did he find it in himself to be so good?

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