[that's for the best, that Jen isn't looking to meet Lina's gaze. she still has the cards next to her, on the arm of the couch, but she's not paying attention to them. all her attention is on Jen, and she's never seen her like this before, and it's... if she were more paranoid, or if this were somehow a more intense situation, she'd be worried that she had said something wrong.]
[for now, she's just going to make herself listen instead of trying to say anything. so... Retrospec knew? they knew about Jen's arm. which was also Yang's arm. which also raised the question of how long of a game were they playing? how much of this was part of Retrospec's plan to begin with—how much of her life really is under her control? is she even... is she Lina Geteilt at all? was all this determined for her?]
[well, there's something close to the freakout Jen might have been expecting. Lina leans back and stares forward, her eyes widening. a low voice is all she can muster, and her lips barely move.]
no subject
[for now, she's just going to make herself listen instead of trying to say anything. so... Retrospec knew? they knew about Jen's arm. which was also Yang's arm. which also raised the question of how long of a game were they playing? how much of this was part of Retrospec's plan to begin with—how much of her life really is under her control? is she even... is she Lina Geteilt at all? was all this determined for her?]
[well, there's something close to the freakout Jen might have been expecting. Lina leans back and stares forward, her eyes widening. a low voice is all she can muster, and her lips barely move.]
They knew you would need her arm.