[ Whereas an adherence to truth is a focal point of his identity, Millie possesses no qualms about the use of deception to achieve an end. The nature of truth is all the more fluid from where she hails, a domain born of imagination where fact and fiction are confused, rendering truth untenable as a governing principle: if everything is unreal, nothing is unreal. It is only during her sojourn on an earth common to the both of them that the distinction between what is and what is not enters her mind as an unwelcome complexity. She does have curiosity about the mundane world, but at the same time it's Newtonian logic chafes against the dreamlike habitat she is most accustomed to.
She has thus far entertained his queries at a pace that precludes deception from all but the most accomplished of fabricators, firing off answers without forethought much like a child, and though her pronouncements contained no lies, the sunken-eyed waif in uniform made conscious omissions to protect her master. Now that the status of her father is put to the question, the girl's eyes drift, irritated by the trajectory of his prying (despite herself having likened Mordrake to the man!).
She suddenly bashes her fist on the table, snapping at Edward. ]
Why!? Huh...? Your pact is with me. Of course he's working to [ the girl parodies his phrasing with sardonic tilts of her head ] "r-e-m-e-d-y t-h-e s-i-t-u-a-t-i-o-n."
[ The explosion of anger feels disproportionate to the question, yet it has touched upon a deeper something Millie wishes to conceal.
She exhales, flexing her fingers, her slight mouth shutting the sight of bared teeth. ]
He's working very hard. Always.
[ Millie sends a minute nod of approval in his direction once the merits of the arrangement prevail over the prospect of her departure. Her tyrannical conduct hasn't diminished her charm for those of her ilk, and perhaps for him. ]
Santa has many enemies, but few have the brass to move against him alone. I need to figure out who's involved.
[ Her activity in the Real World is an on-going experiment of her making. Millie is reluctant to concede a weakness, but it is one relevant to their undertaking. ]
I don't know. Maybe as long as I want, but it isn't what I want. A base of operations in the Real World would be a start.
[ The girl dresses it up in military speak but is essentially saying she is homeless on this plane. ]
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She has thus far entertained his queries at a pace that precludes deception from all but the most accomplished of fabricators, firing off answers without forethought much like a child, and though her pronouncements contained no lies, the sunken-eyed waif in uniform made conscious omissions to protect her master. Now that the status of her father is put to the question, the girl's eyes drift, irritated by the trajectory of his prying (despite herself having likened Mordrake to the man!).
She suddenly bashes her fist on the table, snapping at Edward. ]
Why!? Huh...? Your pact is with me. Of course he's working to [ the girl parodies his phrasing with sardonic tilts of her head ] "r-e-m-e-d-y t-h-e s-i-t-u-a-t-i-o-n."
[ The explosion of anger feels disproportionate to the question, yet it has touched upon a deeper something Millie wishes to conceal.
She exhales, flexing her fingers, her slight mouth shutting the sight of bared teeth. ]
He's working very hard. Always.
[ Millie sends a minute nod of approval in his direction once the merits of the arrangement prevail over the prospect of her departure. Her tyrannical conduct hasn't diminished her charm for those of her ilk, and perhaps for him. ]
Santa has many enemies, but few have the brass to move against him alone. I need to figure out who's involved.
[ Her activity in the Real World is an on-going experiment of her making. Millie is reluctant to concede a weakness, but it is one relevant to their undertaking. ]
I don't know. Maybe as long as I want, but it isn't what I want. A base of operations in the Real World would be a start.
[ The girl dresses it up in military speak but is essentially saying she is homeless on this plane. ]