[She eyes him suspiciously again. What he's saying doesn't make sense, except for the fact that nothing he has said has added up, and the more she delves, the more she questions his relation to her family.
And in that light--]
Can I trust you?
[He's told her once that she can't trust anyone. She repeated that to him since then, but... But if he is implying, if he is dancing around this truth that she does not even know how to begin processing, then perhaps it gives her some hope. She has missed her brother more than anything, and even if she questions how this could be so, she needs to know the answer to the question she's posed.
Can she trust him like she trusts Cesare? The last part goes unsaid, but implied so heavily in the way she looks on him, eyes almost pleading.]
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And in that light--]
Can I trust you?
[He's told her once that she can't trust anyone. She repeated that to him since then, but... But if he is implying, if he is dancing around this truth that she does not even know how to begin processing, then perhaps it gives her some hope. She has missed her brother more than anything, and even if she questions how this could be so, she needs to know the answer to the question she's posed.
Can she trust him like she trusts Cesare? The last part goes unsaid, but implied so heavily in the way she looks on him, eyes almost pleading.]