[Lucas's peace of mind is immediately threatened by this, damn.
Not really, only partially because he hasn't recaptured a true peace of mind just yet. But this does earn a little flash in the pan of anger again, because Scien takes calculated risks and sometimes others hurt for it.]
You ended up doing that regardless.
[Leaving her alone, standing over his corpse. Now she has to bear the burden of spilling the blood of someone she has surely come to care for, and that's such a miserable thing. He looks at their hands again and there's another complex roll of feelings.
It's Scien's fault for creating the openings he's betrayed through: a thought his most vicious self would adore and celebrate. But right now, there's none of that sharp glee, even if there is still anger and upset. Which, speaking of... His gaze remains locked on their hands. He doesn't need to talk about this. Any of this. Part of him wants to withdraw, pulling back, thinking of the best way to avoid giving a direct answer.
The other part reaches out for the question, hungry to be heard in spite of it all.]
...It made me angry. Angry for Kate. For Mathis. For Essek and Muelsyse. For others who may have been depending on you. But it was... unnerving, too. For you to be lost so quickly. I had grown used to you being there when I looked for you, I suppose.
[He was upset, ultimately. Just the tiniest touch lost, like being left behind in the fog, having to realize that even Scien isn't infallible. Rather silly considering he's meant to eradicate him.]
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Not really, only partially because he hasn't recaptured a true peace of mind just yet. But this does earn a little flash in the pan of anger again, because Scien takes calculated risks and sometimes others hurt for it.]
You ended up doing that regardless.
[Leaving her alone, standing over his corpse. Now she has to bear the burden of spilling the blood of someone she has surely come to care for, and that's such a miserable thing. He looks at their hands again and there's another complex roll of feelings.
It's Scien's fault for creating the openings he's betrayed through: a thought his most vicious self would adore and celebrate. But right now, there's none of that sharp glee, even if there is still anger and upset. Which, speaking of... His gaze remains locked on their hands. He doesn't need to talk about this. Any of this. Part of him wants to withdraw, pulling back, thinking of the best way to avoid giving a direct answer.
The other part reaches out for the question, hungry to be heard in spite of it all.]
...It made me angry. Angry for Kate. For Mathis. For Essek and Muelsyse. For others who may have been depending on you. But it was... unnerving, too. For you to be lost so quickly. I had grown used to you being there when I looked for you, I suppose.
[He was upset, ultimately. Just the tiniest touch lost, like being left behind in the fog, having to realize that even Scien isn't infallible. Rather silly considering he's meant to eradicate him.]