( His hand shakes, eyes darting all over the man he has beneath him, from his hair to his strange outfit, to the golden leaves adoring his head, the rings on his fingers. No, this man is right. He doesn't belong here... but if he doesn't belong here, then where does he come from?
Thirty-Five... Kakavasha lowers the knife only slightly, his eyes narrowed still. It's the only concession he's going to make at the moment. This man... Ratio, supplies his brain.
And that has him leaning further back, blinking, confusion clear on his face. He hasn't yet learned to mask his feelings, his thoughts, and this man is witness to the facial journey Kakavasha is going through in the moment. )
Ver.. it... as? ( That's right. He's-- ) Veritas Ratio. Why do I know you?
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Thirty-Five... Kakavasha lowers the knife only slightly, his eyes narrowed still. It's the only concession he's going to make at the moment. This man... Ratio, supplies his brain.
And that has him leaning further back, blinking, confusion clear on his face. He hasn't yet learned to mask his feelings, his thoughts, and this man is witness to the facial journey Kakavasha is going through in the moment. )
Ver.. it... as? ( That's right. He's-- ) Veritas Ratio. Why do I know you?