Thankfully this is pre-significant conversations, so she doesn't give off any signs at someone special.
"It was for the Captain, actually. A sort of joke, since I spoke to him at the wedding about there being no proper cake due to the lack of kitchens. And then we had the kitchen, and so making him the cake felt like the right sort of gesture. We dropped it off for him afterwards."
Which is why she knew what room the Captain and Skulduggery were in for the trial.
"Hhhhuh. Hope he liked it, always sucks when you put all that love into cooking something and it doesn't work out." There's a thoughtful hum for a bit (it lasts long enough to be recognizable as The Farmer In The Dell, and then Erin decides to just go for it. "What's your impression of the man himself, since he's come up?"
"...Truthfully, I don't know. I don't trust him, but I can't write him off as some tyrant and call that the end of it. There's enough bits and pieces floating about that make it not so - but I think what really cinched it was the trial itself. Why he had to do that, but that he could do it at all. Rules are powerful, and I know some will think it's cowardly he did it that way, but I have to wonder."
Her hands tap on each other, thoughtful. "Rituals are very specific things...anyway, I've made a choice that I am going to get to know him before I decide what kind of person he is. Impressions will be distorted any other way. And I will not let someone pass themselves off as the Captain to me again."
"...Yeah. The trial really brought some things into sharp relief. On my end...I can't help but see myself in him. I don't think I need to explain why."
"No. And beyond that...I think he truly does love Mr. Pleasant. I think if there was any other way to get through that, he would have found it, and spared not just us but himself all of that."
It's simple, straightforward logic. If one assumes the Captain is primarily driven by his own desires, then putting himself through that stress and grief wasn't optional. And yet he knew his hand would hesitate, so he bound it instead.
"It's far more complicated than good or evil, being a bad person or a nice person. There's so much information that we're still lacking, even though I know what the binder holds now." SecUnit's to thank for that.
"...Yeah. The folks that helped me, they were big on the idea that there's no 'good people' or 'bad people', that you can't just sort people neatly. I had...have...feelings about that, because it sure is convenient for me personally to think that way, isn't it? But it's also not my idea."
There's a long pause.
Then: "...Ylva said something different. That she thinks I'm a good person who did bad things. Dunno how to handle that either, but. God, no, that's a digression, we're talkin' the big man."
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A cake that had actually come surprisingly in handy.
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Give her the gossip Helena.
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"It was for the Captain, actually. A sort of joke, since I spoke to him at the wedding about there being no proper cake due to the lack of kitchens. And then we had the kitchen, and so making him the cake felt like the right sort of gesture. We dropped it off for him afterwards."
Which is why she knew what room the Captain and Skulduggery were in for the trial.
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Her hands tap on each other, thoughtful. "Rituals are very specific things...anyway, I've made a choice that I am going to get to know him before I decide what kind of person he is. Impressions will be distorted any other way. And I will not let someone pass themselves off as the Captain to me again."
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It's simple, straightforward logic. If one assumes the Captain is primarily driven by his own desires, then putting himself through that stress and grief wasn't optional. And yet he knew his hand would hesitate, so he bound it instead.
"It's far more complicated than good or evil, being a bad person or a nice person. There's so much information that we're still lacking, even though I know what the binder holds now." SecUnit's to thank for that.
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There's a long pause.
Then: "...Ylva said something different. That she thinks I'm a good person who did bad things. Dunno how to handle that either, but. God, no, that's a digression, we're talkin' the big man."