It is a worthwhile reminder for Lemm - though he's still obviously incensed, he carefully withdraws from what might have been an unfair reaction. He's still too used to getting his information from objects, not people, and the rare times he did the latter it was from behind a counter that he owned. This is not that. He is in someone else's home, and he's asking favours. (Offering to pay her for this information seems... crass.)
Lemm gives an irritated grunt, though he directs this aside and to no one in particular. A hand flicks up to indicate give me a minute, and he glares at the floor while he thinks about how to proceed.
In the meantime, Seer offers a bit more context. "Old crimes are sometimes better left in the dark, I'm afraid! To commit it to history, to be remembered... Ahh, no. No, that wouldn't do." A thin, placating cheeriness runs through her tone. "I know what you'd ask, Relic Seeker. I don't say these things lightly."
Lemm lets a fresh wave of anger roll through him, and reels himself in again with an exasperated sigh.
"You're hitting a sore spot," he admits, which is about as far as he can safely explain. Then, in a last-ditch effort to excuse himself: "Apparently so am I. I'm not a fool."
Seer's bearing has changed minutely, everything held a little lower, attention a tad more fractured. She understood the Wielder's implication just fine, and of course they're right...
"The memories of my Tribe were always to fade with me. And now She is gone... It was a necessary thing," she adds, with a nod to the Wielder, "though I lament it all the same. Hallownest rests at last! But the memories I carry are tired, and I the same... Relic Seeker Lemm, do you understand what you ask of our history?"
"With... respect," he stiffly tries out, "I've wrestled enough regrets out of this old Kingdom to know exactly what I'm asking, and I can't make proper sense of them without yours." Lemm casts a muted look in the Knight's direction, and deliberately stays vague. "There're things that ought to be known."
"Ah..." Seer peers curiously between them. There is a tenuous possibility that there's good enough reason to tell, then, if it isn't just for a historian's sense of duty. But it still depends -
"Maybe I'll ask you as - as Lemm, first," he stutters out, suddenly on the back foot. He gives a light cough and begins fidgeting immediately. "What you said about being something different to different people - s'a different thing, isn't it? I'm just asking because I'm curious. And we'll decide later whether a Relic Seeker gets to handle the information."
To drop his title and his calling from the conversation removes the problem. Seer would tell the Wielder, would tell an ordinary bug; she only wouldn't tell a historian. It also strips Lemm uncomfortably bare of the impersonal rote and abstraction of his job. Not for history, or for his work: just because he is curious. Personally so.
He looks agonised.
Whatever exists between the Wielder and this bug is important enough that he would make what seems to be a fairly huge concession. And he's right; it does change things. Seer dips her head.
"Yes... Yes. Very astute!" Eyes gleaming, Seer gives an approving hum. "For you, then, not for remembrance... Would either of you care for tea?"
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Date: 2023-03-13 11:18 am (UTC)Lemm gives an irritated grunt, though he directs this aside and to no one in particular. A hand flicks up to indicate give me a minute, and he glares at the floor while he thinks about how to proceed.
In the meantime, Seer offers a bit more context. "Old crimes are sometimes better left in the dark, I'm afraid! To commit it to history, to be remembered... Ahh, no. No, that wouldn't do." A thin, placating cheeriness runs through her tone. "I know what you'd ask, Relic Seeker. I don't say these things lightly."
Lemm lets a fresh wave of anger roll through him, and reels himself in again with an exasperated sigh.
"You're hitting a sore spot," he admits, which is about as far as he can safely explain. Then, in a last-ditch effort to excuse himself: "Apparently so am I. I'm not a fool."
Seer's bearing has changed minutely, everything held a little lower, attention a tad more fractured. She understood the Wielder's implication just fine, and of course they're right...
"The memories of my Tribe were always to fade with me. And now She is gone... It was a necessary thing," she adds, with a nod to the Wielder, "though I lament it all the same. Hallownest rests at last! But the memories I carry are tired, and I the same... Relic Seeker Lemm, do you understand what you ask of our history?"
"With... respect," he stiffly tries out, "I've wrestled enough regrets out of this old Kingdom to know exactly what I'm asking, and I can't make proper sense of them without yours." Lemm casts a muted look in the Knight's direction, and deliberately stays vague. "There're things that ought to be known."
"Ah..." Seer peers curiously between them. There is a tenuous possibility that there's good enough reason to tell, then, if it isn't just for a historian's sense of duty. But it still depends -
"Maybe I'll ask you as - as Lemm, first," he stutters out, suddenly on the back foot. He gives a light cough and begins fidgeting immediately. "What you said about being something different to different people - s'a different thing, isn't it? I'm just asking because I'm curious. And we'll decide later whether a Relic Seeker gets to handle the information."
To drop his title and his calling from the conversation removes the problem. Seer would tell the Wielder, would tell an ordinary bug; she only wouldn't tell a historian. It also strips Lemm uncomfortably bare of the impersonal rote and abstraction of his job. Not for history, or for his work: just because he is curious. Personally so.
He looks agonised.
Whatever exists between the Wielder and this bug is important enough that he would make what seems to be a fairly huge concession. And he's right; it does change things. Seer dips her head.
"Yes... Yes. Very astute!" Eyes gleaming, Seer gives an approving hum. "For you, then, not for remembrance... Would either of you care for tea?"