Theola August
Inferno
Morning
The answer bothered Theola.
That was not because it was unexpected. In a way, it was relatively normal- the circumstances concerning Nameless’s name were clearly… unusual. If Theola were to hazard a guess as to how it came about, then the only answer she could give would be a demon contract. Whether or not that was the truth, she had no idea- but it was not surprising that someone like Nameless was not allowed to wander freely. Her response was only a confirmation of this.
No, what bothered her was something else entirely.
“Forced into servitude… in that case, you have my sympathies, miss Nameless.”
The concept was not something foreign to Theola in the slightest, given her past. In that sense, perhaps empathy as opposed to sympathy would be more appropriate?
“But the way you word that makes it almost sound- I apologize, if I’m making big assumptions again, like you would rather not be working for the force at all.”
She continued, her tone casual- the last thing she wanted to do was make her next question sound like an interrogation. After all, it was no business of Theola the police officer whether or not Nameless was working for the city of her own volition, so long as she continued to do so. No, her next question was of more… personal interest.
“Of course, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. I am sure there are a number of members on the force who, if given the opportunity, would much rather be doing other things. But your response makes me wonder- not as an officer mind, but as a person…”
“Have you ever given any thoughts about being free? Doing what you want instead of what others want from you?”