Brainwash? Saffron frowned a little. She honestly wasn't sure what it was she was thinking, although that had occurred in some manner, she supposed. He had to have done something. Someone like Solomon didn't just change everything on a whim. Then again, there were all those other strange people around too--they might have had something to do with it.
Saffron shook her head and resisted the urge to sink back into her chair. It would put her at a disadvantage. O'Reilly didn't look like he was fighting her, but she still felt as if there was a conflict in the room. As if he had the high-ground already, just because he was so sure of himself.
"Cleric Wreath isn't the kind of person who needs help," she said with certainty, narrowing her eyes at him. "It isn't in the nature of a Necromancer to want help, and he certainly doesn't need it."
Did he? He was blind now, it was true, but he was hardly helpless, if the rumours were true. He was an Elder of Ireland now. He was using people as aides, true, but even the High Priest had had advisors. It was different.
That was leaving aside the idea that Solomon and O'Reilly were friends. Necromancers didn't have friends. It was dangerous. And even though Solomon might not have been a Necromancer anymore, people didn't change that quickly. Nor did it change the fact that having friends was still dangerous. Friends could betray you. The emotions involved in having friends could be used against you. Solomon wouldn't make that mistake.
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Saffron shook her head and resisted the urge to sink back into her chair. It would put her at a disadvantage. O'Reilly didn't look like he was fighting her, but she still felt as if there was a conflict in the room. As if he had the high-ground already, just because he was so sure of himself.
"Cleric Wreath isn't the kind of person who needs help," she said with certainty, narrowing her eyes at him. "It isn't in the nature of a Necromancer to want help, and he certainly doesn't need it."
Did he? He was blind now, it was true, but he was hardly helpless, if the rumours were true. He was an Elder of Ireland now. He was using people as aides, true, but even the High Priest had had advisors. It was different.
That was leaving aside the idea that Solomon and O'Reilly were friends. Necromancers didn't have friends. It was dangerous. And even though Solomon might not have been a Necromancer anymore, people didn't change that quickly. Nor did it change the fact that having friends was still dangerous. Friends could betray you. The emotions involved in having friends could be used against you. Solomon wouldn't make that mistake.
Would he?