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She nodded quietly in response, keeping her gaze steady so she could see his reactions. She kept her eyes on his own, not wanting to tear them away less she miss something. However, at the pace of the conversation, she doubted she would. There were so many second-thoughts and long, drawn out glances that she suspected it would take her some time to get to the point. However, this was not a bad thing: she did not want – or need – to rush this. There was something to be said about comedic timing, and it applied thusly. She could only think how cruel it was that every death not caused by own’s own flawed character made it not a tragedy, but an unfortunate turn of circumstances. Noir was not dead because of her poor choices: she was dead because a madman had paraded around the territories and finally laid his eyes on innocence. When he had seen her, he had destroyed her. It was not a tragedy, but Tayui wished there was a word to call this that would not be a misnomer.
She jumped when Conor spoke a second time. The intensity of his words startled her since she had not expected such a reaction when Conor had been so hesitant to receive the information.
Finally, she replied: “thank you, Conor.” She did not know what else she could say. She had not been there when Noir had died, nor had she been the one to find the body. At this thought, she felt her stomach heave a little and she had to glance away to try and regain herself. She felt sick. The thought that her daughter – a luperci – had been ripped apart was sickening. She turned back to the male before her, trying not to think about it anymore. If she did, she too would be torn apart.