It's the titles that catch his attention, muffled by the drawer holding the damned tablet, but still audible. The Gaelic attracts his attention too, for that matter; it's not often he hears it spoken.
Jason uncrosses his legs and stands up, leaving behind the meditation circle he's been spending more and more time in, lately.
He fishes out the tablet, studies the holo with an interest that borders on relief. It's something to focus on that isn't Etrigan. That's valuable.
One of the Fae. Hmn. He has a silver knife already, because of Remus Lupin; clearly he was remiss in not stockpiling some cold iron as well.
Bitter princeling wages war Loses what he's fighting for His sister and his people dear All consumed by hate and fear
He filed this away. Jason turned the tablet over in his hands, thoughtful, and then tapped the buttons to initiate a visual reply.
"Your Royal Highness," he says with a nod. His tone is, as usual, neutral and blank, neither welcoming nor overtly hostile. "I won't offer a welcome. One does not offer a welcome to a prison, as a rule."
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Jason uncrosses his legs and stands up, leaving behind the meditation circle he's been spending more and more time in, lately.
He fishes out the tablet, studies the holo with an interest that borders on relief. It's something to focus on that isn't Etrigan. That's valuable.
One of the Fae. Hmn. He has a silver knife already, because of Remus Lupin; clearly he was remiss in not stockpiling some cold iron as well.
Bitter princeling wages war
Loses what he's fighting for
His sister and his people dear
All consumed by hate and fear
He filed this away. Jason turned the tablet over in his hands, thoughtful, and then tapped the buttons to initiate a visual reply.
"Your Royal Highness," he says with a nod. His tone is, as usual, neutral and blank, neither welcoming nor overtly hostile. "I won't offer a welcome. One does not offer a welcome to a prison, as a rule."