[ Seemed like that from the start, but he's more sure of it, now. Between you and Nadine, maybe something just skipped a generation, for once. He could go on, but that doesn't even feel genuine, at this point, so he just lets it lapse into silence while he finds some distance again. His eyes down, this time. This he has to be -- careful about. ]
It was based after a human mind, remember? So it had his memories, too. [ Even with that distance, god, he still -- can't. He makes some soft sound, has hunching forward slightly. He's been holding the knife loosely in his hand, but he ends up driving it into the dirt somewhere next to him, moving his hand up to rake through his own hair, instead. Kneading a little at the corner of his temples. This -- physically hurts. A dull, throbbing ache. ] He was desperately in love with someone. A woman, who died in the war.
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You're fucking terrible at being a Vorrutyer.
[ Seemed like that from the start, but he's more sure of it, now. Between you and Nadine, maybe something just skipped a generation, for once. He could go on, but that doesn't even feel genuine, at this point, so he just lets it lapse into silence while he finds some distance again. His eyes down, this time. This he has to be -- careful about. ]
It was based after a human mind, remember? So it had his memories, too. [ Even with that distance, god, he still -- can't. He makes some soft sound, has hunching forward slightly. He's been holding the knife loosely in his hand, but he ends up driving it into the dirt somewhere next to him, moving his hand up to rake through his own hair, instead. Kneading a little at the corner of his temples. This -- physically hurts. A dull, throbbing ache. ] He was desperately in love with someone. A woman, who died in the war.