She lets that part of the conversation lie– all the mirth has been temporarily sucked out of her for the turn in conversation to the more serious.
"Of course not," she mutters bitterly, "Why would you?" She doesn't mean it quite as accusatory as it might seem– but she's used to Kaz not thinking of things through an emotional lens, logic is more distant and cold and specific and so much easier for him to hold.
Her eyes cut back up to him at that little comment. "I'm perfectly aware you have them, but I rarely know what any of them are." He was very good at keeping so much so close to the vest, hidden away even from those closest and most important to him.
She considers it for a moment and tips her head a little to one side. "What do you remember? Back home. Were you not on the docks, handing me my freedom and my parents?" After, maybe, some nebulous point beyond that moment. "It can be...different, sometimes. People...remember things differently."
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"Of course not," she mutters bitterly, "Why would you?" She doesn't mean it quite as accusatory as it might seem– but she's used to Kaz not thinking of things through an emotional lens, logic is more distant and cold and specific and so much easier for him to hold.
Her eyes cut back up to him at that little comment. "I'm perfectly aware you have them, but I rarely know what any of them are." He was very good at keeping so much so close to the vest, hidden away even from those closest and most important to him.
She considers it for a moment and tips her head a little to one side. "What do you remember? Back home. Were you not on the docks, handing me my freedom and my parents?" After, maybe, some nebulous point beyond that moment. "It can be...different, sometimes. People...remember things differently."