“Quite t-true,” but there was almost always someone, a friend, a family member, an employer, a lover who would say, oh how different they had been during that time. That was, if that friend or lover remembered it themselves. It was so very difficult to tell the mind of one from the other, but not so hard to see the difference between an innocent bystander subjected to intrusive mind magic and the same, used as a convenient excuse. Was Myrken to forgive all the crimes that occurred simply because it could not be determined if the infringer was within his or her mind? It certainly wasn’t a judgment Genny was about to make, for now, it was just observation, practically polite conversation.
“Th-th-the Lady… she was… she was very powerful,” a deflated sigh is offered, as she practically fed him the excuse. Peeking over her shoulder and out what window was available sent her lips to purse, as if pensive on that last thought or the one that would follow.
“Mister Burnie t-then…” The words are immediately interrupted as a less traveled road’s pothole jostles the carriage. For a moment she merely smiles, letting the worst bumps of the washboard path pass before she speaks again.
“Before all of… before t-the Lady t-then, you were t-t-tasked t-t-to… to design something… a sort of …prison for t-t-the pit, yes? Mister Burnie’s request, I imagine?”