[Whatever brightness was in his eyes dims at the conversation, and though he's determined not to frown or let a furrow come to his brow and mar the pleasant outing, there's nevertheless a distinct look of something somber. The topic of death isn't something he can skirt by so easily.
Despite all those he's caused, he takes it very seriously.
As his gaze moves to the path ahead, he lets a heavy breath out through his nose: understanding, but disagreeing without voicing it. Charles has a right to his choices, of course, and they're relative strangers. He doesn't have much room to argue about it, he thinks.
In response to that concern, Altius returns a smile to his face, though it's faint and a little wry, and lets out a little chuckle: hm, hm.]
It could have been worse.
[That much is true, somehow. Turning his eyes back to Charles:]
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Despite all those he's caused, he takes it very seriously.
As his gaze moves to the path ahead, he lets a heavy breath out through his nose: understanding, but disagreeing without voicing it. Charles has a right to his choices, of course, and they're relative strangers. He doesn't have much room to argue about it, he thinks.
In response to that concern, Altius returns a smile to his face, though it's faint and a little wry, and lets out a little chuckle: hm, hm.]
It could have been worse.
[That much is true, somehow. Turning his eyes back to Charles:]
Was it restful for you?