Her gaze moves from one phantom thief to the next, and while she manages to keep her usual steely exterior, the way her hands slowly clench at her sides tell a different story. The metaverse. A world of cognition. None of that made sense, but if this place was a distortion of that man's inner machinations, this only served to make her feel more disgusted about the current state of things.
That her father would willingly suggest she work for someone like this, an 'old friend' he called him... it's sickening.
Turning her attention to Frost, Celeste pauses, her countenance shifting as she looks away. "Not... Not to this extent," She hesitates, drawing her lips together in a fine line.
"I knew that there were a few people he took interest in, and he asked me to keep an eye on them but never told me why. Given his reputation, I thought he might have been planning to use them for his own selfish gains, or to make an example out of a few notable troublemakers..."
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That her father would willingly suggest she work for someone like this, an 'old friend' he called him... it's sickening.
Turning her attention to Frost, Celeste pauses, her countenance shifting as she looks away. "Not... Not to this extent," She hesitates, drawing her lips together in a fine line.
"I knew that there were a few people he took interest in, and he asked me to keep an eye on them but never told me why. Given his reputation, I thought he might have been planning to use them for his own selfish gains, or to make an example out of a few notable troublemakers..."