[Of all things, she can appreciate his... candour, even when it is accompanied by how very serrated he is with her. Felix is as sharp as the blades he is so fond of. Rhea does not provide him argument or anything that might otherwise stand against him. His distaste for her antics is not what she would consider an attack on her person. It is merely a dislike for something that is innately her. If not a dislike, then purely impatience.
In the years of his youth, she wonders what might have happened had she the courage to sit and tend to lunch with the academy's students the way she'd wanted to. Would she have been as stilted and stiff as she is now? She cannot pretend to be close to any of them. She cannot pretend that she was anything more to them than the archbishop they have always known her as.
She could think on it for ages and she suspects that she very much will, even as he turns her attention. In a way, Rhea is thankful for it.]
I am not. [She confirms for him easily.] That is what you were doing when I arrived, is it not? Is that why you are here?
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In the years of his youth, she wonders what might have happened had she the courage to sit and tend to lunch with the academy's students the way she'd wanted to. Would she have been as stilted and stiff as she is now? She cannot pretend to be close to any of them. She cannot pretend that she was anything more to them than the archbishop they have always known her as.
She could think on it for ages and she suspects that she very much will, even as he turns her attention. In a way, Rhea is thankful for it.]
I am not. [She confirms for him easily.] That is what you were doing when I arrived, is it not? Is that why you are here?