He doesn't know what to say to Daenerys' first question, his only explanation stopping at: a long time ago.
Locked in by her arm, Hei's eyelids sink. He almost forgot what the press of a warm body is like, keeping someone so near that he can feel their heartbeat inside of his chest. It's bittersweet, it pains more than it pleasures, but he's held there by some distant sense of duty.
"I am a Regency spy," he begins, thumb pressing into her soft hand in a easy reminder for her to stay calm. "I was sent to incite rebellion in a colony of Shuureri in the Thuulian Quadrant. I received my information from the Regency agents at one of their outpost. I stayed there for some time."
A quirk turn to show off the train of her dress in a flash of red, listening to the tap of his own shoes instead of the impressed crowd.
"Noctis..." Trailing off into a pause, Hei's jaw tightens around the name—it's too soon to use it, while far too many regrets squeeze at his throat. "I'm doing it for someone who was slighted by Kebechet, someone you were kind to. No one else knows."
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Locked in by her arm, Hei's eyelids sink. He almost forgot what the press of a warm body is like, keeping someone so near that he can feel their heartbeat inside of his chest. It's bittersweet, it pains more than it pleasures, but he's held there by some distant sense of duty.
"I am a Regency spy," he begins, thumb pressing into her soft hand in a easy reminder for her to stay calm. "I was sent to incite rebellion in a colony of Shuureri in the Thuulian Quadrant. I received my information from the Regency agents at one of their outpost. I stayed there for some time."
A quirk turn to show off the train of her dress in a flash of red, listening to the tap of his own shoes instead of the impressed crowd.
"Noctis..." Trailing off into a pause, Hei's jaw tightens around the name—it's too soon to use it, while far too many regrets squeeze at his throat. "I'm doing it for someone who was slighted by Kebechet, someone you were kind to. No one else knows."