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Sarita seemed relieved. Her face visibly relaxed, suddenly filled with a genuine warmth that was likely entirely unexpected, something that outsiders rarely ever got to see exhibited by her kind. She reached up and pulled off her hairband, letting her sleek black ponytail tumble down just below her shoulders.
“What are you looking for, Cobra?” Her voice was gentle, but sounded tired. Her perfectly-honed Libertonian accent didn't depart her—she had practiced so well that her English was entirely natural at this point—but now, with her sudden shift in demeanor, she sounded... different, somehow. Like she had just come back from a hike and was physically exhausted, but mentally wired.
“I'm looking for guidance. From God, perhaps, or a flash of inspiration from chance. Some way I can put my skills to productive use, some faithful companions by my side to do the good work with. But what is it that motivates you? Fame, control, the simple desire to prove to yourself what you're capable of? You have a lot bundled up, it's so easy to see that, but beyond that you're so hard to read.”
Such directness was a major departure from her previous delicacy. She spoke sincerely, for whatever reason clearly concerned for his personal and emotional welfare.
