"Not much of a choice," he says, looking up at his tall son steadily and sadly, too. He and Isplourrdacartha started off rocky with that punch, but he respects her; black bones, he has even slowly grown to like her. And he knows very well how Rial feels about her. "Is it?"
He's silent a moment, standing there in the deserted conference room, bushy white brows drawn together.
"Son, have you seen any proof that they have her?"
Gror is asking if he has any evidence that she's alive, without saying the words.
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Date: 2006-12-29 04:28 am (UTC)He's silent a moment, standing there in the deserted conference room, bushy white brows drawn together.
"Son, have you seen any proof that they have her?"
Gror is asking if he has any evidence that she's alive, without saying the words.