Camilla Hect. Jade's attention sharpens upon her for a brief moment, when she answers with this name and Pal attaches the according titles. Just based off the musing conversation they'd been having together before Jade interjected, a vague notion had already begun to form...but the flat confirmation sheds a new light all the same. Upon a certain memory, from countless months ago now--back on the ship. Himself and Palamedes, mutually trying to wind down from a terribly fraught conversation. Certain vulnerabilities they'd offered up to each other as apologies, in that time. 'If Camilla escapes Canaan House alive, and if she can find a spirit adept of enough skill...'
Spoken with a yearning for a dear friend. Ah, and this young lady here most certainly must be her. The new context aligns perfectly with the alertness of her bearing, a wary watchfulness at Pal's side.
"...Yes, it is sensible to hear," Jade agrees slowly, to the notion of already knowing who she is. A prompt respect is formed, but shelved. Pal's already going on to ask the rather more relevant question here, and Jade returns his attention to him, his own smile turning wry once more. "I suppose I probably ought to assuage at least a handful of those rumors, it's true. Not a spy of the 'Cohort' at all, I'm afraid. Hm, the best way to probably describe it...is that I don't believe I hold any affiliation to anyone else here whatsoever, at the moment."
Really, it's the tricky thing about these memory ventures--trying to weigh just how far the truth might get anyone, against the shrewdness of a given audience. And Palamedes Sextus is one of the most shrewd audiences one could possibly have, all things considered...which certainly adds an extra layer of difficulty here. With other memories he's dealt with before now, omitting the truth or outright lying has generally worked more or less in his favor. But here, in front of this particular person...yes, in the end, Jade decides the best path might be to dispense the truth in parts. Ideally keep gauge of the reactions as he goes...
"My name is Jade Curtiss. I am a Colonel of the Third Division, within Malkuth's Imperial Forces. ...But I'll be surprised if 'Malkuth' rings with any familiarity to you."
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Spoken with a yearning for a dear friend. Ah, and this young lady here most certainly must be her. The new context aligns perfectly with the alertness of her bearing, a wary watchfulness at Pal's side.
"...Yes, it is sensible to hear," Jade agrees slowly, to the notion of already knowing who she is. A prompt respect is formed, but shelved. Pal's already going on to ask the rather more relevant question here, and Jade returns his attention to him, his own smile turning wry once more. "I suppose I probably ought to assuage at least a handful of those rumors, it's true. Not a spy of the 'Cohort' at all, I'm afraid. Hm, the best way to probably describe it...is that I don't believe I hold any affiliation to anyone else here whatsoever, at the moment."
Really, it's the tricky thing about these memory ventures--trying to weigh just how far the truth might get anyone, against the shrewdness of a given audience. And Palamedes Sextus is one of the most shrewd audiences one could possibly have, all things considered...which certainly adds an extra layer of difficulty here. With other memories he's dealt with before now, omitting the truth or outright lying has generally worked more or less in his favor. But here, in front of this particular person...yes, in the end, Jade decides the best path might be to dispense the truth in parts. Ideally keep gauge of the reactions as he goes...
"My name is Jade Curtiss. I am a Colonel of the Third Division, within Malkuth's Imperial Forces. ...But I'll be surprised if 'Malkuth' rings with any familiarity to you."