[Her eyebrows raise at this declaration, though her critical frown stays put. He doesn't look any less unsettling, but damn him, he started out with the one thing she can relate to. (Sneaking out, careful plans turn half-cocked from passionate rage, a weapon in her hand. eMancipation.) She thought about it again after touching the heart and becoming something else, too.]
Really... well. [She doesn't know what he's free from (It could be prison, for all she knows) but it doesn't matter. The only thing she can say to that is,] Congratulations. It's good to be free.
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Really... well. [She doesn't know what he's free from (It could be prison, for all she knows) but it doesn't matter. The only thing she can say to that is,] Congratulations. It's good to be free.