anationofthieves:

“Strange. You and I have never shared more than a few words, and yet, I feel like we’re old friends.”
“Do you?”
“Of course. James talks about you all the time – Captain Flint. He’s told me what you’ve accomplished in this place, with those men; in spite of them. It’s no small feat, and I admire it.”
“Do you know what he told me about you?“
”What’s that?“
“Nothing. When I ask him, all I get is a shrug, or a laugh, or an innocent suggestion that he has a longtime companion; her name is Barlow and nothing more. Is that possible? Is it possible that you’re so unremarkable as to resist any further description than that?”
“Certainly possible.”