"Aye. Down under the Kingdom, by the old Palace. Though as I've said, there's nothing there now." He's talking on autopilot, staring at the last chunk of Hunter's Journal entries rather intently. "I wasn't pleased to find that out, I can tell you."
He sits back, arms braced on the counter and one claw tapping a few times. There is a lot to think about.
The Knight knows he's looking at it all, is the thing, so he's going to have to address at least some of it. Scholarly compartmentalisation comes into play: one thing at a time, start with what you know. His gaze tracks back to the Siblings.
Hornet is in here, and she's well. Great Nailsage Sly is in here, and presumably he's well. The Hunter's Journal seems to be about the hunt, not necessarily the kill, at least after it changed hands from the Hunter's to the Knight's. And their Siblings are... Lemm isn't sure. Somewhere between? They have died, as he understands it, but they're still present, maskless and entirely Void, and he can see them without waving a Dream Nail about.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, and then his fingers still so that he can rest one on the entry.
"...Odd to see them here." Should he even acknowledge it? Too late now.
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Date: 2023-02-23 07:06 pm (UTC)He sits back, arms braced on the counter and one claw tapping a few times. There is a lot to think about.
The Knight knows he's looking at it all, is the thing, so he's going to have to address at least some of it. Scholarly compartmentalisation comes into play: one thing at a time, start with what you know. His gaze tracks back to the Siblings.
Hornet is in here, and she's well. Great Nailsage Sly is in here, and presumably he's well. The Hunter's Journal seems to be about the hunt, not necessarily the kill, at least after it changed hands from the Hunter's to the Knight's. And their Siblings are... Lemm isn't sure. Somewhere between? They have died, as he understands it, but they're still present, maskless and entirely Void, and he can see them without waving a Dream Nail about.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, and then his fingers still so that he can rest one on the entry.
"...Odd to see them here." Should he even acknowledge it? Too late now.