@earelloxtiruvai || continued.
The elf rolled his eyes amusedly at her tone. “I’m guessing…you’ve killed one, tops,” he smirked. There weren’t all that many wizards that he knew of, after all and most were accounted for. “Maybe two, since that’s how many have gone missing over the years,” he teased her lightly. “Hardly many,” he needled her.
He hadn’t really expected compassion or words of concern-if he had, he wouldn’t have mentioned his parents at all, but he knew Vazra, her kind, weren’t exactly given to these sorts of feelings. And still, mentioning the parents he’d never known sent a pang through his heart; he couldn’t miss what he didn’t even remember, but he still wondered, sometimes, if vaguely. And right now, he had no one but himself to blame for the topic coming up.
Bless Vazra and her sharp tongue, he thought a moment later at her words, clearly chosen with intent to hurt. They didn’t. “A horrible person would perhaps put you out of your misery with that grievous injury of yours rather than try to help, you know,” he pointed out smugly, a smirk on his lips.
She hissed her reply, "Enough experience to kill another. And keep this in your vacant mind, you can't keep track of every fuckin' wizard there is."
Her words did not quite affect him in the way she had hoped, he wasn't the slightest bit riled unfortunately, but the elf was quiet for a moment, lost in thought, and that was enough satisfaction to Vazra. At the very least what she had said got to him somewhat.
"Hmph. The worst kind of all are those who do something good to feel better about themselves and then brag about it," she retorted, turning her head sideways just a tad so Lomear could see her wicked smirk. "Now shut up, would you?" Whatever she had sensed lurking had gone quiet, too. And that was more unsettling, for uncaring bystanders would go about their business as per usual. Only scared prey or its waiting predator would keep being so still. Vazra wondered which role they occupied then.
