[That-- visibly shifts Idia's posture. Not the threat, but the fact that Seras has cried? About him?]
Huh? How should I--
[Ah... Oh. Idia presses his lips together, slowly stuffing his hands in his pockets. How would he know? He's quiet for a moment, disappointment weighting his shoulders.]
Did she... say anything? [Closes his eyes tightly, shaking his head-- interrupting himself.] Right, the thrall.
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Huh? How should I--
[Ah... Oh. Idia presses his lips together, slowly stuffing his hands in his pockets. How would he know? He's quiet for a moment, disappointment weighting his shoulders.]
Did she... say anything? [Closes his eyes tightly, shaking his head-- interrupting himself.] Right, the thrall.
[Granted his understanding of it is. General.]