[There's a little huff of a sardonic laugh at the mention of him not caring about being a good person. Every piece that aligns with his mental image of Scien is so much easier to accept and understand than the parts that chip away at that image, standing stark and painful against it.
Still, he pockets the bottle after looking at it for a few seconds more.]
Thank you. [Distant, but polite.] If there's nothing else you wish to say, I'll take my leave.
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Still, he pockets the bottle after looking at it for a few seconds more.]
Thank you. [Distant, but polite.] If there's nothing else you wish to say, I'll take my leave.