alchemenace: (i was born for politics)
[ here's someone he is seeking out though: cardia. he walks over to wherever she is when he sees her, an awkward smile on his face ]

Cardia-- hey. I told you they'd do it.

[ he didn't believe it himself but ]
alchemenace: (this story is already full of holes.)
[ here we are, mourning our skeleton father in front of his glass case. which is to say once cardia decides to leave the foyer, varian's actually waiting for her. or maybe he's just angsting near the doorway, it's hard to tell with his hands full of raccoon. though he does speak to her when he sees her-- ]

Hey. Cardia. ... Are you okay?

[ he doesn't know her well, but he knows she was close with fane, too. ]

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