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[🔶]: “Trust?”
Simaris paused, turning to face the Tenno who had approached him. Typically, his Hunters came to him for some form of material favor, likely in exchange for targets. It wasn’t often he received a request for confidence. And though he may have been a stranger to handling such things, he wasn’t so self-absorbed as to refuse.
“… I can assure you that whatever you wish to discuss will remain between us, unless outside assistance becomes necessary. And that, I believe unlikely,” Simaris answered.
“You have my attention, Tenno. Would you care to discuss this matter in an environment where we cannot be overheard?” He indicated the entrance to the Simulacrum as he spoke.
Thank the stars above, finally she could get this horrid memory off her chest. While blabbing to a Cephalon was the last thing she would imagine herself doing; Simaris, on the other hand had shown interest in her Series Two Cephalon ages ago when they had first met. It only seemed fair that he should know how well and truly she messed up.
“Thank you. And yes, I would prefer to speak in private, I’d feel a bit better that way.” She gave a small nod and had her Nova frame jump through into the Simulacrum, a familiar, relaxing place where on off days she would come and test out a new weapon for the resident Corpus black dealer.
Korah waited for Simaris to show his floating digital self of doom before taking a breath before speaking. “So you know how you were interested in Cephalon Ordis when we first met. Sorry, obsessed over him is more like it but anyways, Ordis. Earlier this week I might have...broken him? Ish?”
