[ Of course, he is. He has no reason to want to discuss it, no purpose in pursuing any sort of conversation related to the past or to her. Clone or not, Re-l Mayer is incomplete, a fragment of what was once beloved, and even if she were Monad, truly come again, he would have nothing left to say to her.
And so, he does not react, only looks when she holds out the shells. He knows what they are, recognizes them quite well, but he doesn't actually feel threatened. He knows she won't shoot, not here, not now, and even if she tried, he's old, he's experienced, and simply possessing the weapon that can destroy him in no way guarantees success.
No, he's not afraid. He would be a poor agent of death indeed if he feared the inevitable. He simply doesn't care for the responsibility -- to her, or any of the others.
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And so, he does not react, only looks when she holds out the shells. He knows what they are, recognizes them quite well, but he doesn't actually feel threatened. He knows she won't shoot, not here, not now, and even if she tried, he's old, he's experienced, and simply possessing the weapon that can destroy him in no way guarantees success.
No, he's not afraid. He would be a poor agent of death indeed if he feared the inevitable. He simply doesn't care for the responsibility -- to her, or any of the others.
He's had enough. ]
The worst is yet to come.