Her face softens, and his eyes close; an instinctive, immediate aversion to too much sympathy. If he doesn't see it, he doesn't have to dwell on it, and she can feel whatever she wants.
"We survived," answers both her apology and her question, gently evades the former while offering facts for the latter: "Contact in the Silent Plains sold us out. We got worked over for questioning, some worse than others. Venatori was literally reading a book on the subject while he did it."
Which is just. Darkly comical, in a way that has Talin smirking to himself. It says here that flaying can be effective, but it's a little vague—do we have flensing tools? Well go find some! They only have so many fingernails!
"No one died, I don't think, but that Warden looks half-dead most of the time, so, you know," who knows, really, maybe von Skraedder's been undead hanging around out of spite the whole time.
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"We survived," answers both her apology and her question, gently evades the former while offering facts for the latter: "Contact in the Silent Plains sold us out. We got worked over for questioning, some worse than others. Venatori was literally reading a book on the subject while he did it."
Which is just. Darkly comical, in a way that has Talin smirking to himself. It says here that flaying can be effective, but it's a little vague—do we have flensing tools? Well go find some! They only have so many fingernails!
"No one died, I don't think, but that Warden looks half-dead most of the time, so, you know," who knows, really, maybe von Skraedder's been undead hanging around out of spite the whole time.