Praeteritus

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She snorted. Not loudly, but loud enough to be heard. The closest thing to actual laughter she'd heard from herself in over a year, but the fact that she was hearing the Witch of Frankfurt of all people admitting that she could have made mistakes, in a calm tone no less, was amusing to her. The snippy remark at the end almost fell under, but she was determined to keep the conversation going now. Both out of curiosity and out of necessity.
"Work together, huh. You do know that... What I'm doing now is a little different then what I was doing back on Bruchsal, right?"
There was neither pride nor shame in this statement, it was just that. A statement. A shiver went through her body, as she realized how cold it actually was, and she went a little closer to the heat source between them. This time however it didn't take her as long to find the correct words. Maybe she was getting used to the chaos that meeting Freya was causing in her mind?
"Speaking of... What would you actually want to do? Go to Eltmann -" she gave a humourless smirk "- and don't tell me it isn't Eltmann, regroup with Heissler and then form your own sect? Try to revive what's left of the Widerstand?"
There was no sarcasm here. She seemed legitimately curious, again because of a mixture of curiosity and necessity. If one could pay close attention, one would have been able to even notice a slight hint of warmth in her words. She deliberately omitted Freya's remarks about trust. After the turmoil that meeting the woman had caused for her, she didn't think she was ready for actual talk that went into evaluating the past - and present - feelings associated with her former mentor. Not yet, anyway.

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