Bad Luck Blues [Freyja]

Freyja tilted her head slightly as she gazed at the man with a measured sense of interest. What were the implications behind his question she wondered? His inference left he somewhat confuse, if not curious to offer a question in response to his question. Judging from the words, perhaps he meant to imply that she was raise into this.

Such a question had brought back a particular memory of how her parents, in truth, never placed a lot of weight on raising Freyja to be a member of the esteemed Vandenreich. Their aims were always to provide their daughter with an ideal life she could be proud of. She was free to live her own life in that aspect, yet found herself a victim of unfortunate circumstance.

They died years ago though somewhere in a far off place in her heart, their deaths still weighed heavily on her heart. Even so, it was not within her nature now to grieve, to shed tears at their passing. To her, it was a natural occurrence. Death was inevitable. Conflict, equally so. Adapt or fall behind - her mind had become imprisoned by such callous ideals. Another aspect of the inhuman nature she had developed, she supposed.

The reminiscent moment had passed as her gaze left the cup of coffee, observant eyes now focused yet again on Lukas.

"No, I wasn't raised with the prospect of joining the Vandenreich originally. As you may be well aware, the sudden shifts in leadership had made my family wary of the idea of who they ought to serve under. Those who once led the Vandenreich in the past had seemed to do more harm than good to our kind. As such, I was free to decide my life as I desired. With the recent leader, Cyrus... they supposed he is a suitable leader and one who isn't irrational and blinded by mere pride or ego."

Freyja would take a sip of coffee before setting it down to allocate a mild set of attention onto her own Tiramisu.

"In any case, I don't regret this path. There ought be no condolences offered on my own. I am content with the path I've chosen. What say, you, Lukas? Since the last time we've met how has this all been to you? Far be it from me to ask a personal question but my curiosity has been piqued. Do you hold any regrets about your time here?"

It was a genuine question. He could chose to answer it or indulge in his meal. He could offer an explanation or move onto another part of the conversation. It was simply a curious question, all things told.

THE CITY OF LIGHT
Silence would chase after the woman's question, Lukas' brow raising in furtive concern. "You..." a slight pause, indecision laced with concern. There was an obvious answer to the question, one that had made a fair bit of publicity. Considering Freyja's late joiner to the Vandereich, he couldn't say he was surprised, but the shock felt appropriate for someone of her aptitude.

"You're not up-to-date, are you?" he'd finally continue, hiding for another moment behind the cup of coffee. A steady hand lowered the cup, a slow exhale as he thought about how to continue. A stumbling of mind, tongue held paralyzed to the floor of his mouth. But time passed no faster for the man, and a moment would only last for that - a moment.

"I won't bore you with details, but no, I don't have any regrets." Truthful or otherwise, his gaze remained averted, silver eyes absorbing the black of his drink. "Not like you can afford them in this line of work." his words quieted, a clench of his jaw. His discomfort was visible as he fidgeted slightly, before bull rushing into anything else to talk about.

"I'm surprised to hear people considering leadership factors with the Vandereich." This was a bold faced lie, but he could never find a fuck to give about it, so - "What, are you looking to get promoted?" A half-hearted jest, in an attempt to change the subject.