[It's at least an hour before Kesara answers; an answer she has to think long and hard about. It tickles her fancy that, apparently, he cannot talk. It puts power between them at a certain tilted balance. She will not show her face. He will have to deal with her words alone. He's done it to her plenty of times before, and she's become wise to how effective it can be.
She has power, and she has something to say to him. He will see.]
No.
If you want information, find it out yourself. I can't rely on you. I don't have time for people I can't rely on.
[That's just inconvenient. He knows she'll be sharing with the wider network for anything she thinks is important, though. Or her companions will. She wants to be important, and that means she needs to tell people what she's accomplished. It... bothers him a little more than he would have expected that she's upset, but he's never been good at platitudes. He's not going to bother lying to her about not dying, either.
House just shrugs and then waves goodbye before shutting off his tablet. Galling her by getting the silent last word might be petty and childish, but she's petty and a child, as far as he's concerned.]
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She has power, and she has something to say to him. He will see.]
No.
If you want information, find it out yourself. I can't rely on you. I don't have time for people I can't rely on.
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House just shrugs and then waves goodbye before shutting off his tablet. Galling her by getting the silent last word might be petty and childish, but she's petty and a child, as far as he's concerned.]