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He paused for a moment taking into consideration every logical answer before replying. “Well… They went to an awful lot of trouble to track you. If that was their intention then they would have taken you by force.” There was a bow of his head as he considered his own past and the failed dealings with his mother. “You are fortunate and I am here. I would not let you suffer if you wish to meet them.”
Her smile returned. He always had a way of bringing it back. “I can’t thank you enough, but I wouldn’t want you to be hurt as well. Perhaps we could send a letter back before jumping to the chance of meeting them. I’m nervous as is, and excited too, but I want to make sure.”
The Templar remained still and watched as she worried herself over the correspondence. What ever it was had rattled her that much was evident but Haytham was unaffected, his same immovable self as always. “And what did it say?”
"She just- said she wanted to see me. Said Father did too." The rogue shifted, looking up to him. "What if its a set up? Y’know, I didn’t really escape on good terms. But- I haven’t seen them in over ten years…"
Cerina sighed, resting her head on the table, arms enclosing her. “What would you do?”
"When has anyone been better than me?" Tossing a dagger that he was shining to the side of his desk, he threaded his fingers together on his lap and faced her, giving her his attention. "Yes? What is it?"
She smiled, shaking her head. “No one that I can remember, so they must’ve not been important.” But her smile soon faded, a bit of an odd sight.
She hesitated her words, else she might trip over them. “I received a letter whilst in town the other day… From-… From my mother.” Jade eyes fell to her hands.
"I know what you want and for once you’re not getting it," he huffed, crossing his legs and sitting back in his chair all too proudly.
"Too good for me now are ya?" She chuckled, relaxing her head in her hand. "Not that I wanted that. I wanted to talk."
"Yes, what do you want?"
"Can’t I come see ya without wanting something, love?" She chuckled, sitting across from the Templar with a wink.
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"I’m sure you do," she responded, crossing her arms. Ifrit wasn’t about to keep her opinions to herself, though she supposed she could stand making it a little less blunt. “But I’m sure he knows that, and knows he has many more than you do.”
"Well, that’s why we’re friends, then. We’re able to look past each other’s flaws. I mean- his might be worse, but he’s a great guy." She probably didn’t have to tell Ifrit this, of course.