He hadn't been planning on telling her that he can only use it on one person a day. And if she's caught onto the fact that he can't possibly have an unlimited supply of the power, she'll probably catch onto the fact that he could be using it on himself too. Ah, well. He can hope that she doesn't. ]
I mean you're immune, Ange! Keep up!
[ Despite the grim situation, he grins at her like a cat who had stumbled their way into a carafe of cream. She's always been immune to his charms, but he's hoping they'll work at least a little to keep her a little distracted from the grim pathways he's almost certain she'll go down; that he shouldn't be wasting this power on her, that she's liable to die anyhow, that he should cast it on himself or someone here whose services will be essential to ridding them of the Gnosia, the dozens upon dozens of tactical maneuvers and wise strategies he'd spent considering himself. He'd thought about it. He really had.
But damn it all, sometimes you have to go with your gut. Since when did strategy work in a place like this, anyway? All he does all day is watch people go with their gut and seemingly live a richer life for it.
He clears his throat. ]
...I get one a day. Silly restriction if you ask me, but it is what it is.
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He hadn't been planning on telling her that he can only use it on one person a day. And if she's caught onto the fact that he can't possibly have an unlimited supply of the power, she'll probably catch onto the fact that he could be using it on himself too. Ah, well. He can hope that she doesn't. ]
I mean you're immune, Ange! Keep up!
[ Despite the grim situation, he grins at her like a cat who had stumbled their way into a carafe of cream. She's always been immune to his charms, but he's hoping they'll work at least a little to keep her a little distracted from the grim pathways he's almost certain she'll go down; that he shouldn't be wasting this power on her, that she's liable to die anyhow, that he should cast it on himself or someone here whose services will be essential to ridding them of the Gnosia, the dozens upon dozens of tactical maneuvers and wise strategies he'd spent considering himself. He'd thought about it. He really had.
But damn it all, sometimes you have to go with your gut. Since when did strategy work in a place like this, anyway? All he does all day is watch people go with their gut and seemingly live a richer life for it.
He clears his throat. ]
...I get one a day. Silly restriction if you ask me, but it is what it is.