[Bruno nods at that, eyes locked on the notebook until he finally manages to tear them away and make eye contact. It's fleeting, though; his gaze skitters around to look at everything but the woman to whom he's speaking.
He'd been merely curious before, but now that he can tell it's supposed to be secret, he feels hungry to see it. Hungry in that way he's felt a couple times when he could have had a vision since coming here, hungry that way he felt when he did see Katrina's future on accident. Twisting the hem of his ruana between his hands, he forces the feeling down. He isn't going to feed the thing that hijacked his Gift as soon as he got here. It's evil and he won't.]
Oh, that's--it's not done, that's fine, I don't need to see it. Why would I need to see it? If I was looking, which I won't. Wasn't.
You should maybe put that away until it's done, then.
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He'd been merely curious before, but now that he can tell it's supposed to be secret, he feels hungry to see it. Hungry in that way he's felt a couple times when he could have had a vision since coming here, hungry that way he felt when he did see Katrina's future on accident. Twisting the hem of his ruana between his hands, he forces the feeling down. He isn't going to feed the thing that hijacked his Gift as soon as he got here. It's evil and he won't.]
Oh, that's--it's not done, that's fine, I don't need to see it. Why would I need to see it? If I was looking, which I won't. Wasn't.
You should maybe put that away until it's done, then.