[the way he looks away - and it isn't only guilt that august catches in emmrich's expression - tells him everything. it tells him he's not going to be satisfied with anything that emmrich says, that he'll have to let what happened go. the process of his logic takes space in the silence between them, each passing second that ticks by holding more weight as august's gaze remains sharp and analyzing. leaning back against the booth, straightening his posture:]
That's fine. [he doesn't care about the manor.] Why do you do practice?
[which, to him, falls under the 'what happened' category. it's what came before, what emmrich knows or should know. magic is in their blood, even if they were scraping by with the temp v in the catacombs. if he can't give august a satisfactory answer here, then - god, he doesn't know what he'll do. not one to show his cards, he keeps his tone neutral. on the inside, he's grasping for information that might explain what lead up to the events that took place. ]
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That's fine. [he doesn't care about the manor.] Why do you do practice?
[which, to him, falls under the 'what happened' category. it's what came before, what emmrich knows or should know. magic is in their blood, even if they were scraping by with the temp v in the catacombs. if he can't give august a satisfactory answer here, then - god, he doesn't know what he'll do. not one to show his cards, he keeps his tone neutral. on the inside, he's grasping for information that might explain what lead up to the events that took place. ]