[Ah, and so few people have actually understood; so many avoid the topic completely, or have an interest in the novelty, like Root; or want to shove him in a corpse to see what happens, like Fandaniel— the plainly-stated you do what you must is so... refreshing. This one is likable so far, Octavian decides; a singular passion for progress is delightful, and hopefully with fewer murders.
Well. His gaze flicks briefly to the woman while this man, well, wheezes— then away again. Fewer, he hopes, but he isn't going to ask. They can discuss his own more instead, if that would help.]
Would that I could lend you a formula. Exhausting at best. But the work continues.
[He shrugs, like, you understand— and with one of them dead and the other at death's door, with a cough like that, they do both seem to understand this particular point.
As if irritated by this, the mirror immediately behind him emits a noise like a shatter, though its surface stays smooth; an accompanying rasp of a voice shouting at the back of his head:] LEAVE.
[He looks over his shoulder, frowning. Well, okay, since it's getting wacky in here,] Did you hear it.
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Well. His gaze flicks briefly to the woman while this man, well, wheezes— then away again. Fewer, he hopes, but he isn't going to ask. They can discuss his own more instead, if that would help.]
Would that I could lend you a formula. Exhausting at best. But the work continues.
[He shrugs, like, you understand— and with one of them dead and the other at death's door, with a cough like that, they do both seem to understand this particular point.
As if irritated by this, the mirror immediately behind him emits a noise like a shatter, though its surface stays smooth; an accompanying rasp of a voice shouting at the back of his head:] LEAVE.
[He looks over his shoulder, frowning. Well, okay, since it's getting wacky in here,] Did you hear it.