[SCIEN REALLY JUST SCIENS ABOUT IT. EVERY TIME!!!!! Except the difference is, this Lucas is nowhere near as well adjusted and he is bound to fail this detox test, even though it is such a simple one about fckin vitamins and painkillers.
He listens to Scien speak, expression first placid, then confused, then shocked. Here is a man who has placed the choice to harm or help into his hands, and it ignites a flurry of half-finished and loosely formed thoughts, even as he's already halfway standing again because he was absolutely going to get up and walk away to avoid answering.
Lucas can't even look at him for a moment, but when he does, there is something so frigidly angry in his eyes. In the midst of the loud chaos of his mind, there's a quiet, simple: Why? Why is Scien doing this to him? For fun? To make him confront his own monstrous nature again? To show him just how deep the rot goes? They're furious assumptions that go against everything Scien has shown himself to be, but Lucas is not a rational thinker when he's HAVING MOMENTS and his ENTIRE LIFE FOR 2+ WEEKS HAS JUST BEEN ONE LONG MOMENT and this is a TERRIBLE MOMENT IN PARTICULAR.
This simple statement riles something all the way down to the cradle of him, a sickness at odds with how he naturally is and who he wants to be. Lucas Proust would not wish misery on another person, but he's being made to face this horrible thing that delights in the notion of sentencing Scien to harm like some sharp-toothed fox. It laughs with cuspids bared, thinking is the pain terrible? is it unbearable? suffer. suffer. suffer. and that, too, is just his own sinner's soul.
Softly:] ...Is it? Is that what this is...? A show of trust?
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He listens to Scien speak, expression first placid, then confused, then shocked. Here is a man who has placed the choice to harm or help into his hands, and it ignites a flurry of half-finished and loosely formed thoughts, even as he's already halfway standing again because he was absolutely going to get up and walk away to avoid answering.
Lucas can't even look at him for a moment, but when he does, there is something so frigidly angry in his eyes. In the midst of the loud chaos of his mind, there's a quiet, simple: Why? Why is Scien doing this to him? For fun? To make him confront his own monstrous nature again? To show him just how deep the rot goes? They're furious assumptions that go against everything Scien has shown himself to be, but Lucas is not a rational thinker when he's HAVING MOMENTS and his ENTIRE LIFE FOR 2+ WEEKS HAS JUST BEEN ONE LONG MOMENT and this is a TERRIBLE MOMENT IN PARTICULAR.
This simple statement riles something all the way down to the cradle of him, a sickness at odds with how he naturally is and who he wants to be. Lucas Proust would not wish misery on another person, but he's being made to face this horrible thing that delights in the notion of sentencing Scien to harm like some sharp-toothed fox. It laughs with cuspids bared, thinking is the pain terrible? is it unbearable? suffer. suffer. suffer. and that, too, is just his own sinner's soul.
Softly:] ...Is it? Is that what this is...? A show of trust?
[GET OVER ON THIS SIDE SO HE CAN KILL YOU.]