Oh, come on, Rhysand. I was totally fucked up in the head back then.
I'm all good now.
[They say so casually, waving around a knife caked with a teammate's blood.]
Before you decide to, uhhh, do the whole 'absolving' thing, I've got some unfinished business to complete myself. You know how it is, right? Other obligations.
[They walk slow themselves, but more cautiously, like two angry cats circling with the knowledge that they'll end up scrapping. Eyes on Rhysand. Just as he wanted, because the precursors don't trust taking their gaze off him for even a moment. Hmm. Newton does look a little gaunt, doesn't he? Not quite so full in the face; he hasn't been in charge of his eating habits for a while now, you know. Food has been a fourth or fifth concern to them, and Hermann's tastes in healthy foods is a real bitch to shake off.
They casually reach where they wanted to be, and carefully collect a small box. Shoddily made, it looks like, but that's just how Newton Geiszler is. That big brain is what he's useful for; his ability to make garbage into functional equipment is why they're even here in this train at all. Thank him, the lot of you.
Holding the box delicately, they stop walking, flipping it open to reveal the small, metal switch inside. That's — probably not good. They don't seem keen to explain in some villain monologue what it is either.]
Just stand there and look pretty, and I'll gut you after I put a bow on my work.
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I'm all good now.
[They say so casually, waving around a knife caked with a teammate's blood.]
Before you decide to, uhhh, do the whole 'absolving' thing, I've got some unfinished business to complete myself. You know how it is, right? Other obligations.
[They walk slow themselves, but more cautiously, like two angry cats circling with the knowledge that they'll end up scrapping. Eyes on Rhysand. Just as he wanted, because the precursors don't trust taking their gaze off him for even a moment. Hmm. Newton does look a little gaunt, doesn't he? Not quite so full in the face; he hasn't been in charge of his eating habits for a while now, you know. Food has been a fourth or fifth concern to them, and Hermann's tastes in healthy foods is a real bitch to shake off.
They casually reach where they wanted to be, and carefully collect a small box. Shoddily made, it looks like, but that's just how Newton Geiszler is. That big brain is what he's useful for; his ability to make garbage into functional equipment is why they're even here in this train at all. Thank him, the lot of you.
Holding the box delicately, they stop walking, flipping it open to reveal the small, metal switch inside. That's — probably not good. They don't seem keen to explain in some villain monologue what it is either.]
Just stand there and look pretty, and I'll gut you after I put a bow on my work.