Two-Bit Con Artist
Maena
With everything filling her time since her rebirth, it would have been easy to miss. Those she cared about, and who in turn cared for her, had risen to the occasion- she did not want for anything in those days and weeks after, and not merely because it had taken her time to find that hunger again. She grew in power and strength, unfettered and unchecked by the ravages of Gideon. And she laid plans for the future, spreading out, on the surface, in different directions, but all in truth linked beneath the waves.
Irajah Ven was a very busy woman.
But she had noticed.
Sidelong glances. A heartbeat of hesitation before following an instruction. Watching her, when he thought she didn't notice.
She couldn't read his mind, even if she wanted to. The very template prevented any such delving. However, her sense of responsibility toward him, while shifted at a slight angle, remained, and she never would have casually dipped into his mind without his permission regardless.
Of course, he would have given that permission, had she asked.
Despite her initial intentions, how she saw [member="Samson"] had changed, long before her death. She did not want a mindless, thoughtless puppy, following at her heels. She did not want a tool, honed sharp perhaps but ultimately inert without someone wielding it. Samson had the potential to be more than that. The thought had occurred to her, briefly, to begin her particular inquiries into certain topics with him- he would not flinch or deny her that- but had put that aside after no more than a moment of consideration. She had accepted responsibility for him, for his creation, even before her exodus. It would be ultimately lazy to utilize him in that fashion, and she would regret it, she knew.
Besides, it wouldn't solve the problem she actually saw, it would only postpone it.
Sitting at the desk in the office of her apartments in [member="Carach"]'s stronghold, she looked up from her datapad as the clone entered the room.
"Sit," she said, indicating the chair across. If she didn't, he'd kneel and she simply didn't have the patience for that today.
"I'm almost done with these forms."