"Mm. Thank you." He smooths out his shirt and rolls his shoulders, getting comfortable. Best to do it now before she quite likely suspects him of blowing smoke and goes at him again.
"I landed in a desert somewhere, and was scarcely there long enough to try and address some nomads before a portal opened and a group of soldiers stepped out and apprehended me." He rolled his eyes a little. She didn't need to know about how thoroughly B15 had humiliated him. "It turns out, there is a Time Variance Agency who make sure everything goes as planned o something they call a Sacred Timeline. I had done something I wasn't meant to, and committee a crime in their eyes. They were going to 'prune me': a fine euphemism to keep their consciences clear... but one of their analysts said they had a better idea and recruited me into their employ."
He gestured down his front to the logo on his breast, turning so she could see the word VARIANT on his back like a brand.
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"I landed in a desert somewhere, and was scarcely there long enough to try and address some nomads before a portal opened and a group of soldiers stepped out and apprehended me." He rolled his eyes a little. She didn't need to know about how thoroughly B15 had humiliated him. "It turns out, there is a Time Variance Agency who make sure everything goes as planned o something they call a Sacred Timeline. I had done something I wasn't meant to, and committee a crime in their eyes. They were going to 'prune me': a fine euphemism to keep their consciences clear... but one of their analysts said they had a better idea and recruited me into their employ."
He gestured down his front to the logo on his breast, turning so she could see the word VARIANT on his back like a brand.