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[notthatkindoforion]

Welcome to Tendi's inbox! If I don't answer immediately, it's probably because I've got my hands full with something toxic, corrosive, or chemically unstable! Or bleeding. Or all of the above! I'll get back to you as soon as I can, byyyye!

Comments

[artistinexile]

You only feel shame because you know and value the alternatives.

Perhaps your family finds you a source of shame as well.

[notthatkindoforion]

That's not the only-

[Tendi starts, before she falls silent at the second part of his comment. She knows he didn't do it deliberately - Thrawn doesn't have that much skill in social manipulation. But that doesn't make it feel less like a kick in the gut.

She looks away from the communicator.]

There's no real 'perhaps' about it. You, um, got what you needed?

[artistinexile]

[Ah - he's stumbled on something else. Thrawn can sense it, see it in her face. He also knows that he does not wish to upset this ally further.

He nods, allowing the escape]

Indeed. Thank you.

[notthatkindoforion]

[She offers him a small smile, trying to show that she's not mad mad, just... not ready to get into something that complicated and emotionally charged when it's sprung on her like this.]

Good. I'll see you around, okay?

[artistinexile]

It is too small a ship to avoid any one person. So, yes. You will.

[a slight bow of his head goodbye]

[notthatkindoforion]

[He does manage to get a little snort of laughter out of her with that line, and she gives him a wave as she disconnects. She just... needs a moment after that.]