[It's accusatory; not aggressive, exactly, but his disbelief is clear. He normally wouldn't voice his thought process so openly, but the effects of that tent have melted away his tendency to fully think in silence. There's still a strain to his expression, and his fists are clenched at his sides; however much he may want to believe it, he can't.]
Hopeful nonsense meant to keep me placated while they resort to their enemy's tactics...
[Inflicting uncertainty, trapping with illusions—those sorts of things were Chaos's techniques, when Glen and Aurora had recruited them so long ago. Not that he'd expect anything better out of Spirits; morality meant nothing to them, so it was only a matter of convincing the new children they'd taken under their wing. Even so, the utterly bizarre nature of this circumstance... His eyes dart to the mismatched buildings of the city, the mundane tents of the carnival.]
But all of this is too complex—unfamiliar. Is that the point? To make it feel unplanned, so I'll believe some other entity entirely has abducted me for some other purpose? [He wouldn't put it past beings multiple thousands of years old to come up with such convoluted ideas. Scott's presence seems to be slipping away from him as something to focus on. At least that means his clear ire isn't directed towards the young man anymore...]
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[It's accusatory; not aggressive, exactly, but his disbelief is clear. He normally wouldn't voice his thought process so openly, but the effects of that tent have melted away his tendency to fully think in silence. There's still a strain to his expression, and his fists are clenched at his sides; however much he may want to believe it, he can't.]
Hopeful nonsense meant to keep me placated while they resort to their enemy's tactics...
[Inflicting uncertainty, trapping with illusions—those sorts of things were Chaos's techniques, when Glen and Aurora had recruited them so long ago. Not that he'd expect anything better out of Spirits; morality meant nothing to them, so it was only a matter of convincing the new children they'd taken under their wing. Even so, the utterly bizarre nature of this circumstance... His eyes dart to the mismatched buildings of the city, the mundane tents of the carnival.]
But all of this is too complex—unfamiliar. Is that the point? To make it feel unplanned, so I'll believe some other entity entirely has abducted me for some other purpose? [He wouldn't put it past beings multiple thousands of years old to come up with such convoluted ideas. Scott's presence seems to be slipping away from him as something to focus on. At least that means his clear ire isn't directed towards the young man anymore...]