No, the mean one who spends all her nights partaking in illicit activities.
[Yes, that Flayn. Linhardt's words are sarcastic and meant to convey his usual judgement when people ask questions he deems stupid, but his entire body has gone rigid and the healer has visibly withdrawn into himself, pulling his arms away from the tea cup and crossing them in front of his body in an unconscious display of his discomfort.
Although Linhardt objects to the war, Rhea and Seteth had both taken actions that Linhardt strenuously disagreed with and were unlikely to back down from them. Flayn's only crime had been wanting to protect her loved ones and maybe not objecting enough when her relatives acted. There had been no reason to fight her: She hadn't done anything wrong.
He doesn't like remembering that day. Even now, the thoughts make him duck his head in something rare for Linhardt: Shame. The way Flayn's eyes had widened when she saw him, and the complicated looks that flashed across her face when she saw him with her Staff. The terrible sympathy he'd seen.
Back, emotions!
Brain network. Focus on that.]
A magical communication network? Is the communication limited to words?
[Can equations be used? Colors? Images?]
No, I have not. I do not know where Horizon is - can we meet there? Our hosts are most insistent that we do not leave the castle; this is the first other place I have been. It is not yet the time to make an issue of that.
[Even if it is already chafing. Linhardt doesn't like people controlling him or his movements. There is too much in the libraries of Thorne to make too much of a fuss; he needs to learn what he can first.]
He would appreciate that also sorry Hilda Linhardt isn't okay Edelgard is kind of traumatizing him
[Yes, that Flayn. Linhardt's words are sarcastic and meant to convey his usual judgement when people ask questions he deems stupid, but his entire body has gone rigid and the healer has visibly withdrawn into himself, pulling his arms away from the tea cup and crossing them in front of his body in an unconscious display of his discomfort.
Although Linhardt objects to the war, Rhea and Seteth had both taken actions that Linhardt strenuously disagreed with and were unlikely to back down from them. Flayn's only crime had been wanting to protect her loved ones and maybe not objecting enough when her relatives acted. There had been no reason to fight her: She hadn't done anything wrong.
He doesn't like remembering that day. Even now, the thoughts make him duck his head in something rare for Linhardt: Shame. The way Flayn's eyes had widened when she saw him, and the complicated looks that flashed across her face when she saw him with her Staff. The terrible sympathy he'd seen.
Back, emotions!
Brain network. Focus on that.]
A magical communication network? Is the communication limited to words?
[Can equations be used? Colors? Images?]
No, I have not. I do not know where Horizon is - can we meet there? Our hosts are most insistent that we do not leave the castle; this is the first other place I have been. It is not yet the time to make an issue of that.
[Even if it is already chafing. Linhardt doesn't like people controlling him or his movements. There is too much in the libraries of Thorne to make too much of a fuss; he needs to learn what he can first.]