Iris' look met only Thraen's usual stoic impassive. What is that even supposed to mean- silence. I suppose I should be grateful we managed this far- more answers a moment ago than I expected at the start. Her presence at all on this venture. It had to breakdown eventually. Do as you will, as is anyone's wont. I'm not going to worry about if you do or don't help, since a simple yes or no is too much to ask. There are other royals to ask for the greater benefit of the whole, if you can keep only tight lips.
And of course, leaving before decisions are come to, washing your hands. Go, Iris, with your 'anythings' and your 'blood'.
The reasons Zircona gave were close enough to be equally comfortable and uncomfortable. The return of her flippancy about the dark mirror was an alarm bell like a parent saying something wasn't going to hurt. As much say that she wholeheartedly intends on taking some piddly fool down to the basement to put the lotion on their skin and play with it. Ultimately, she IS the only one who can study it. Denying that much assures we don't know if we can reclose it for good, or if she can go home ever.
This whole thing is a mess of archaeological or scientific processes. Its like watching that prequel Prometheus.
"It is yours rings true enough. "
She doesn't want to be corrupted again. She'll be careful of that. She wants to be free of Zirconia...that assumes being careful of not destroying this whole universe or the other to free the both of them. I hope.
This is a lot of assumptions. And a probably moldy basement. Let's go.
"Alright. Between us we should be able to manage."
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