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video ● fourteenth reflection

Quick word of advice: be careful! No, I mean it. I don't want to hear any of that tough guy [her voice drops an octave as she imitates some gruff bravado] 'I've got it covered' or something silly like 'You're overreacting!' [she snickers] Better safe than sorry, ladies and gents.

Oh! But that's not what I wanted to take care of here. I thought it'd be about time I took care of this so... [A soft mew comes from somewhere offscreen and Saya laughs. Then standing up from the couch and when she sits back down, she has this cutie in her lap.] Say hi!

[Saya seems to be amused as she gently takes one of the kitten's paws in hand and waves towards the camera of the SFC.]

Motz, Vatheon. Vatheon, meet [INHALE] Matthew Obi Train Zen. Or Motz for short! Don't let the names fool you, she's much better behaved than any of them.

[Sticking her tongue out playfully- obviously directed at the aforementioned dudes. Snickering a bit, she seems quite content.]

So if you drop by the apartment, don't be surprised to see her. Or maybe come by with the intention of seeing her- she's a good girl, promise! Though I'm not about to say no to any help taking care of her, either. Shirayuki's got my back, but I've never had a pet before... [A thoughtful pause and tilt of her head, was there anything else...]

Hm, I guess I should wrap this up now. [Sobering up a bit, she smiles again.] Everyone, make sure you take care. I could name a few people that I'm especially concerned about, but... you know who you are. Call me if any problems arise. See you all later.

[a salute and the feed ends with a click!]

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[He heard that. A frown.]

What did you do?

[Stashing the SFC away with a grin.]

Preserved a memory?

[Arched eyebrow. Yes, he knows what that means. ~~Did we mention what Naoya's birthday present was--~~.]

You have the strangest priorities.

[She just laughs in response.]

Not a priority. More of a whim.

You have odd whims, too, but at least that fits the idea of a cat.

Good to know I remain true to my favorite animal?

[Reaching over to pet Motz. What a spoiled kitty.]

[A grin.]

So you do have loyalty! I was wondering what you were loyal to.

Besides me, myself, and I....?

My way of life, good food, and trying to help people. I think they count.

[He considers this.]

Loyalty to an entire group of people, rather than a particular country or fiefdom. Yes, that sounds about fitting for you.

[Pet pet pet the kitten~]

You say that like you know me so well!

[A thoughtful pause--he provides his fingers as a toy for the kitten, dragging them along the couch and watching her pounce for them, retrieving them just in time.]

Hmm. I'd say I do. Granted, there are a few things I don't know about you, but for the most part...

[A pause and she simply watches him play with Motz for a while, considering her answer.]

.... Yeah well, likewise.

[He's silent, then, playing with the cat still, as if it takes all of his concentration.

He is curious...but he's not going to ask.]

[... she's not sure if she wants to leave it like that so she'll take a chance.]

We haven't played the question game in a while.

...We haven't.

[A tilt of his head, and--

Well. He trusts her. So.]

Ladies first?

[Let's see, they've covered acquaintances, friends, lords, romantic interest...]

Relatives?

[No specifics. She knows very well not to make assumptions here.]

Maybe. I honestly have no idea.

And you?

Never had time for me. Nice people though, I'm sure.

[A laugh and she absently pets Motz.]

Then... you grew up mostly on your own, I take it?

That's right. That's where I picked up most of my trade. And when.

[He learned to be a thief young.]

...They never had time for you? So how did you grow up?

Cynically. Lonely. Upset. [... she doesn't want to talk about it, but this is Matthew. She can deal.] Moved around a lot, basically. Orphanages, foster families, distant relatives... [A wave of her hand. You name it.]

But I get that. I used to be rather fond of the five-finger discount, too. [A wink and she laughs, lightening the mood in the only way she knows how- being herself.] But... No mentors? Old friends?

[He nods. It makes a lot of sense.]

I see.

...Heh, not really. As kids, we would sometimes band together for survival, but it never lasted long. It was more a fight for survival than anything. Really, I was pretty lucky; Ostia is a big place, after all. Lord Uther found me anyway.

[...]

...When did you lose your memories?

[A hand absently goes up to the back of her head as she consider that. When...?]

My memories start at 10 years old.

You're luck's one thing you've got going for you. [A bit of a laugh.] Lord Uther... How long was it before he found you?

[He wasn't expecting that. A blink.]

Ah. Do you have any idea what happened?

[And he chuckles, shaking his head.]

Don't I know it. But it's hard to say. I don't know when I first ended up on the streets. Ten years? Eleven? Either way, it was about that time when I got caught.

[... she's quiet for a longer while, a contemplative look on her face. She's said it before and all the evidence points it to be true. She knows he won't treat her any differently... but it's as if she doesn't want to risk telling an untruth.]

My parents... had a lump of issues on their own. Not exactly... the most controlled people. That's all that I heard about them. I think they must have been nice otherwise.

[She bows her head a bit, immediately speaking in their defense without even thinking about it. It's an automatic thing, as if she has to convince herself. Because otherwise, she may very well get upset.

A sigh and she picks up Motz then, bringing the rambunctious kitten into her lap and idly toying with her.]

So little Matthew wasn't nearly as skilled, hm? Did you get taken in after that?

[He allows that. He's sharp enough to piece together what happened for himself, most likely--but he won't ask Saya to taint her own "memories" of her parents, despite everything. He can't ask that of her; it wouldn't be fair.

So instead he is silent, letting it pass, and moves on.]

That's right. It was then that Lord Uther gave me a choice. I could become a spy for him, or...

[Hand chopped off, probably. That was the most common punishment for thieves, he knows. Either way, he shrugs.]

It was a clear choice.

[...]

So when did you become a sweeper, then?

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