This, too, the Hollow Knight confirms; their mask moves more obviously with their nod than their shaken head. The Relic Seeker is what he says. They wonder--
They needn't concern themselves with what their King wants. King-Knight.
...
They had believed Hornet and others were aware of Relic Seeker Lemm being an ally. A friend.
There's another awkward pause as Hornet internally reels.
She's technically aware of these things by now. She know they can write. She knows they've scoured the kingdom, and met many on the way. They're not the truly empty replacement a part of her had once hoped for, and against, and learned the latter was true and best.
There weren't many chances to interact with those bugs. She hasn't left Deepnest to do more than search for supplies her people--and they are her people again, when she has spent the fall thinking of herself as Hallownest's--require.
She's more wrong-footed than she likes.
"I see," she says eventually.
So he must know they're siblings.
Her cloak rustles as she turns slightly away. "I suppose I must give you my thanks."
She's no fool, still wary, but the Hollow Knight truly doesn't lie. Or at least, never lies intentionally. If they agreed he hadn't harmed them, they're physically no worse than before they were found.
"Herrah hadn't intended to send you away," she interrupts her thoughts brusquely, back to them. She'd nearly said cast you out, too cutting words to speak in front of a stranger to her. And still, she'll save frank assurance that this will never occur on the way back. "She was clumsy with her words, and passes along apologies she'll again give in person."
Hornet isn't given to falsehoods. The Hollow Knight--
--has no right to theorize why they would keep such a stain in the edge of their Den.
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Date: 2023-01-19 12:54 pm (UTC)They needn't concern themselves with what their King wants. King-Knight.
...
They had believed Hornet and others were aware of Relic Seeker Lemm being an ally. A friend.
There's another awkward pause as Hornet internally reels.
She's technically aware of these things by now. She know they can write. She knows they've scoured the kingdom, and met many on the way. They're not the truly empty replacement a part of her had once hoped for, and against, and learned the latter was true and best.
There weren't many chances to interact with those bugs. She hasn't left Deepnest to do more than search for supplies her people--and they are her people again, when she has spent the fall thinking of herself as Hallownest's--require.
She's more wrong-footed than she likes.
"I see," she says eventually.
So he must know they're siblings.
Her cloak rustles as she turns slightly away. "I suppose I must give you my thanks."
She's no fool, still wary, but the Hollow Knight truly doesn't lie. Or at least, never lies intentionally. If they agreed he hadn't harmed them, they're physically no worse than before they were found.
"Herrah hadn't intended to send you away," she interrupts her thoughts brusquely, back to them. She'd nearly said cast you out, too cutting words to speak in front of a stranger to her. And still, she'll save frank assurance that this will never occur on the way back. "She was clumsy with her words, and passes along apologies she'll again give in person."
Hornet isn't given to falsehoods. The Hollow Knight--
--has no right to theorize why they would keep such a stain in the edge of their Den.