[A long pause, not deliberately drawn out but he recognizes the voice. Dimly. Had they shared a conversation once, or had he heard it in passing? But it's gone as soon as it's there - he's heard so many voices in his long life.]
[ joke! he's trying a joke. it sounds very much like someone trying a joke, which is to say, it doesn't sound particularly funny.
the silence lingers in itself, awkward as the spot on a nose, until he stops wondering at himself to resume human speech. ]
This is, ah — I'm Secretary Lyov. Casimir. I work in the Research offices. I understand that you've been with the Inquisition once before; would you consider answering some questions?
[There is dawning recognition. Now he knows where he heard the name. One of the Tranquil - or formerly so it seemed, given that his voice now held emotions.
Fortunately he didn't make any passing remark on it. He hadn't known Casimir as anything more than a name to face - a reminder of what the Chantry was willing to do to those who stepped out of line.]
I would hope not as well.
But yes. I will answer what I can.
Though I am terribly sorry. The time between when I ...left, and my return
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crystals;
[ surely he has another name. surely there's some part of this file that is missing.
(surely there isn't. casimir can recognize his own handwriting, doesn't need to question its fastidiousness —) ]
The Medicine Seller?
[ obviously. the crystal works. ]
Re: crystals;
[A long pause, not deliberately drawn out but he recognizes the voice. Dimly. Had they shared a conversation once, or had he heard it in passing? But it's gone as soon as it's there - he's heard so many voices in his long life.]
...Do you require
...medicine?
no subject
[ joke! he's trying a joke. it sounds very much like someone trying a joke, which is to say, it doesn't sound particularly funny.
the silence lingers in itself, awkward as the spot on a nose, until he stops wondering at himself to resume human speech. ]
This is, ah — I'm Secretary Lyov. Casimir. I work in the Research offices. I understand that you've been with the Inquisition once before; would you consider answering some questions?
no subject
Fortunately he didn't make any passing remark on it. He hadn't known Casimir as anything more than a name to face - a reminder of what the Chantry was willing to do to those who stepped out of line.]
I would hope not as well.
But yes. I will answer what I can.
Though I am terribly sorry. The time between when I ...left, and my return
is quite blank.
no subject
[ a bit more genuinely wry: ]
That's not the question. You do remember your time here previously? To what point?
no subject
Then I had fallen through another rift and a year had passed.
[There is a pause.]
Is there another answer you are seeking?