[ It's probably a good thing he decides to play pretend. There's already so much on her mind as it is. Further compilation would just be counterproductive at this point. At least if it can be helped to be avoided. Then, there are things that can't be. Like every answer to her ceaseless questions. But she'd rather understand than be left in the dark. For too long did the Organization attempt to shroud her in that.
The name, Mickey. Something about it feels important not only in the way Ven makes mention of whoever that is but this familiar vibe she gets at the same time. It's there and gone just as quick though. She can't match a face to that name and so she backburners it. But she's sure to make mental note of his importance. She might have had a comment to go with matters, but it falls away when Ven's expression shifts as they enter the library. A library that seems to be more like it was a decoy at some point than anything if the stairwell to the off-colored lower floor is any indication. But her tabs are on Ven now and she's frowning, too. ]
And then there was none- of them brain cells. The end.
The name, Mickey. Something about it feels important not only in the way Ven makes mention of whoever that is but this familiar vibe she gets at the same time. It's there and gone just as quick though. She can't match a face to that name and so she backburners it. But she's sure to make mental note of his importance. She might have had a comment to go with matters, but it falls away when Ven's expression shifts as they enter the library. A library that seems to be more like it was a decoy at some point than anything if the stairwell to the off-colored lower floor is any indication. But her tabs are on Ven now and she's frowning, too. ]
What is it?