Henry
And now she changed her tone. Why did he always get these people up in his case? Maybe they just thought he looked gullible enough to drop his guard when they showed this. Sometimes that suited him well, though.
Henry heaved a reluctant sigh. "Detective Barthow. And just forget it," he said, waving off the first subject with a wave of his hand before continuing. "The city's a dangerous place. I can't blame force members for being afraid, or for minding themselves over situations they have no certainty of."
Butler
He tilted his skull an inch sideways towards her, changing the angle of his gaze as though raising a brow in contemplation.
"Did you have membership within some manner of elected nobility where you came from? Perhaps you were part of a more unusual society than your modern bearing would suggest?" Although Butler interjected in a probing tone, he made a gesture of acnowledgement with his hand towards her and after a moment continued, placid.
"In caring too much for the straightness of a tree we planted, we may stifle its growth. That does not necessarily mean its roots won't hold if you leave, but you cannot hope to wish for it to be exactly as you wanted it."
A self-biographical excerpt of the woman's mindset was set in her previous answer, and it was one he found if not interesting, then telling. Not an unusual thing to lobby for your values after officially putting the crown aside, so to speak. To, in his eyes, dismiss it as thought it had nothing to do with your decisions after it became out of reach however, was different.
