[It isn't said meanly, merely with that same, calm dismissal the Luteces are well known for. Something Robert hopes will translate into it being nothing to worry about, a creation of the mind and nothing else.
His voice and posture remain the same. Only his hands, hidden from Elizabeth as he stands with his back to her, convey actual reaction. They tremble slightly, clench, then unclench.
He can't be sure it's a memory or even a ripple of one. There are many reasons for that sort of dream, after all, but there are memories he had managed to bury (though never forget) that are crawling their way to the surface.
Robert pours three cups of tea and turns around, saying, almost amused:]
no subject
[It isn't said meanly, merely with that same, calm dismissal the Luteces are well known for. Something Robert hopes will translate into it being nothing to worry about, a creation of the mind and nothing else.
His voice and posture remain the same. Only his hands, hidden from Elizabeth as he stands with his back to her, convey actual reaction. They tremble slightly, clench, then unclench.
He can't be sure it's a memory or even a ripple of one. There are many reasons for that sort of dream, after all, but there are memories he had managed to bury (though never forget) that are crawling their way to the surface.
Robert pours three cups of tea and turns around, saying, almost amused:]
Have you been studying French history again?