a voice much like her grandfather's tells her it's not fair to hold valon's actions of the past against him ; he's changed, and things are different now, peaceful where before they were calamitous. but rebecca can't help the stiffness in her shoulders nor the coolness in her voice when she speaks, and isn't entirely sure she minds. ' hello, valon. it's been a while. '
Sky blue eyes glance down at the blonde, then aimed towards his packet of biscuits - Tim Tams to be exact, silence filling between the two and wipes his mouth with his thumb. “G’day…”
Awkwardness at its best taking over, what else did she want him to say? He changed, like the others who were taken over and blinded to the Orichalcos; he promised himself he didn’t want to go back, not to jail. Then offering up the last of his delicious, chocolate goods for her, “it ain’t poisonous…don’ worry.” She was still a kid nonetheless, “it ‘as. Listen uh- I don’ expect ya ta forgive me for wha’ I did. It was followin’ Dartz or…going back to ‘ell.”