11-28-2017, 08:38 PM
The answer that Margot gives isn't one that Ned will like. She knows that already, but sticks to her guns anyways. "I've thought about it long and hard. About what little I remember of him, and what Mom would say of him on the occasion that she'd speak of him at all." She took the pipe from the counter once more, but paused with it and the lighter cradled in her small hands while frowning thoughtfully. "The name is right. And the voice. I'll bet you anything the face ends up being right, too."
She took a hit, then shook her head after interpreting a look on his face (regardless of whether it was actually there or not, most like), and gestured over her shoulder toward the front door. "I've got my car bag of tricks. I'll bring some blood and ash along with and read for our connection when I'm there, but I think I already know how that's gonna turn out." A soft cough on her end, then that same old cast of worry that always made its stormcloudy presence on her face returned, and she met Ned's eye to voice her concern.
"I don't know how much he knows about mom... or Luke. If he knows anything at all. What he'll do when he finds out, if he doesn't..."
She took a hit, then shook her head after interpreting a look on his face (regardless of whether it was actually there or not, most like), and gestured over her shoulder toward the front door. "I've got my car bag of tricks. I'll bring some blood and ash along with and read for our connection when I'm there, but I think I already know how that's gonna turn out." A soft cough on her end, then that same old cast of worry that always made its stormcloudy presence on her face returned, and she met Ned's eye to voice her concern.
"I don't know how much he knows about mom... or Luke. If he knows anything at all. What he'll do when he finds out, if he doesn't..."