Iscariot had been busy bvuilding on his own life, as that was more important to him than searching for wayward family. Had there been a strong scent to follow, then maybe he would have done so, but alas that was not the case, so he had let it go. Eden's words had fallen to the back of his mind for that reason as well. If there was something to find out there, then it could wait. At this point in time, Riot no longer needed to fit pieces of the puzzle back together, for it was already there. Still, he had gotten his rank and figured it may be a long time before he could rise up again. He had time to kill, and maybe it would be best to get all the dirty laundry of his bloodline on the table to sort through. He knew enough by now that the truth could be damaging or it could be wiped away, but he could not be sure which one would happen for him. He could only wait it out.
Though he found that he had little interest in hunting anyone else down to find out.. anything. Eventually it may come to that, but Riot was sweeping it under the rug for now. It was not his problem. He would deal with whatever came his way now that it was known to which bloodlines he belonged (if only a few knew it; or the extent, since he was aware it was still half a secret), and go from there. Riot was collected as he waited here, because he was sure that any information given would only be that; information. He could store it away for later but it might not be of any real meaning to him. Putting his energy previously into finding the right pack and gaining a rank had been his priority, and it had paid off so far. Only time would tell if he would get the chance to become great, to become more than he was. But he did reach for it.. he always would, to an extent.
Riot noted the way in which Eden looked at him, inspecting him, really, is how it seemed. That was strange enough all on it's own, but there was no comment made as it proceeded. Riot was collected under the stare, but he could feel the discomfort. It was thick in the air but it wasn't his. Had to be from Eden, though he couldn't fathom why, unless it had to do with how he looked, or perhaps that he was reminded of someone at seeing Riot. Well, his family had some bad habits, so he could see why, if he looked like any of them, that there would be some discomfort. One word had greeted him finally, and Riot is considering something before he speaks. This done, he proceeds; "You said things when we met that made me wonder if I reminded you of someone. And if so, I wanted to ask who it was." Came the even response, waiting to see what it was Eden would say to this.
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