[ she isn't pleased with the way that she broadsides him with the knowledge, but the conversation had flowed smoothly towards the inevitable conclusion, and to withhold jedao's presence would be to endanger COST -- she believes that, with all her heart. he's too clever, and now that the two of them are beyond the Hexarchate's immediate presence, she dreads what he may be planning. he has a shuos mind, and she is a fledge a novice at thinking in terms of games within games. cheris may have broadsided percy with this, but her expression is apologetic. sincere, in form. ]

I'm afraid I can't explain the science of it, de Rolo.

[ she accepts the gun back into her possession, holstering it. finally finding her way to her feet, she steps back to be level with her shadow-of-eyes and taps the side of her head. there, that's where he is. he just manifests, influences. she has nothing reflective on her person, or she'd show percy the face of the man who owned her shadow now. it's difficult to tell where she begins and jedao ends, sometimes. ]

I'm sorry, to thrust this upon you without warning, but I would be endangering you and many others, if I didn't introduce him. He cannot physically harm you, he cannot communicate with you. Just me. Which is why hiding him away would be detrimental to my safety and yours. Percival de Rolo, this is General Shuos Jedao, the greatest tactician my reality has ever known and the most dangerous, traitorous madman.

[ matter of fact, like ripping a bandage off a wound, even though her brows wrinkle apologetically ]