[The issue with Mollymauk is he's always been... shifty. When wondering whether she should take his words at face value, Nott's found that pretty much every time she finds the answer is a resounding no.
So when he reacts... a little too normally, immediately she realizes she has absolutely no idea if he even remembers dying or not. Then she realizes she has absolutely no idea how he could be here, alive, now. Then she realizes that even if he did remember dying, there would be no way he'd be truthful about it. He always took issue with even addressing inconvenient truths.
She squints her eyes at him, trying to will the truth out of a historically stubborn conman, removing her mask almost as an afterthought, almost as encouragement.
And then she realizes... Gods, it's been months. The Mighty Nein has been the Mighty Nein without him longer than it had ever been with him.
And that's about when he makes that awful face. For a professional liar, he's awfully bad at being convincing. Nott sobers slightly and, rather than doubling down on her initially incredulous reaction, starts to fidget with her claws.]
I... That's not what I meant. Uh... Did you... get our letter?
[She has noticed that he seems to recognize her. Which is... already an immense relief. One even larger than just the vision of him sitting in a bar, playing with his cards like nothing happened. Because who knows who that guy is until he proves he's still Mollymauk?
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So when he reacts... a little too normally, immediately she realizes she has absolutely no idea if he even remembers dying or not. Then she realizes she has absolutely no idea how he could be here, alive, now. Then she realizes that even if he did remember dying, there would be no way he'd be truthful about it. He always took issue with even addressing inconvenient truths.
She squints her eyes at him, trying to will the truth out of a historically stubborn conman, removing her mask almost as an afterthought, almost as encouragement.
And then she realizes... Gods, it's been months. The Mighty Nein has been the Mighty Nein without him longer than it had ever been with him.
And that's about when he makes that awful face. For a professional liar, he's awfully bad at being convincing. Nott sobers slightly and, rather than doubling down on her initially incredulous reaction, starts to fidget with her claws.]
I... That's not what I meant. Uh... Did you... get our letter?
[She has noticed that he seems to recognize her. Which is... already an immense relief. One even larger than just the vision of him sitting in a bar, playing with his cards like nothing happened. Because who knows who that guy is until he proves he's still Mollymauk?
He's had a history with such things, you see.]