[This man has so much fucking audacity in him that even in the midst of this heavyass conversation in which he's still juggling 4000 emotions, he can't help but just give Scien a faintly incredulous look. STOP PAINTING THE PICTURE!!! HE DOESN'T WANT TO BE SELFISH!!!
Except he is selfish, and the little thread of longing tugs at his heart when he thinks of this future. A beautiful place, compared to where he is right now, and where he's been in the past. Terrible, after all of the lives he's ended and all the blood he's spilt, but... that selfish flicker of want remains.]
I don't want to hear it while we're both trapped in this strange town. [Is what his RUDE ASS EVENTUALLY SAYS.]
[ scien thinks the funniest part of literally all of this is that lucas's emotions, as volatile as they are, don't seem to be displaced with the way that scien is gradually making himself a part of his life long-term
which is pretty much all scien needs to know ]
Too bad. I need to make preparations for future plans.
I can at least give you a copy of my memory before you leave, so it can be uploaded into the other Scien Brofiise. Then you won't have to be without me.
[IT'S TRUE... It's done in such a way that even his programming isn't overtly riled by it.
It is, however, overtly riled by the direct mention of making copies of memories and uploads and other Reliver nonsense. There's a sharp spike of that violence, but despite it, Lucas's hand remains still and delicate against Scien's.]
One step at a time. We have to leave here first, survive the summoning of a god, handle a cult, and then we can think about returning.
That is the difference between myself and the Scien Brofiise of your time. I won't let myself be consumed by one specific obsession to the point that I lose sight of the people around me. Progress is being made well enough in the most pressing concerns, so I need to tie up the other loose ends before we leave.
[ so he'll just sit here petting kitty kitties with lucas until something else pulls either of them away. defusing the bomb of his stupid dog's emotions..... successful ]
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Except he is selfish, and the little thread of longing tugs at his heart when he thinks of this future. A beautiful place, compared to where he is right now, and where he's been in the past. Terrible, after all of the lives he's ended and all the blood he's spilt, but... that selfish flicker of want remains.]
I don't want to hear it while we're both trapped in this strange town. [Is what his RUDE ASS EVENTUALLY SAYS.]
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which is pretty much all scien needs to know ]
Too bad. I need to make preparations for future plans.
I can at least give you a copy of my memory before you leave, so it can be uploaded into the other Scien Brofiise. Then you won't have to be without me.
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It is, however, overtly riled by the direct mention of making copies of memories and uploads and other Reliver nonsense. There's a sharp spike of that violence, but despite it, Lucas's hand remains still and delicate against Scien's.]
One step at a time. We have to leave here first, survive the summoning of a god, handle a cult, and then we can think about returning.
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[ juST NO ]
That is the difference between myself and the Scien Brofiise of your time. I won't let myself be consumed by one specific obsession to the point that I lose sight of the people around me. Progress is being made well enough in the most pressing concerns, so I need to tie up the other loose ends before we leave.
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...Well, regardless of what I say, you'll just do what you please.
[GET OUT OF HIS HOUSE!!! He finally moves to take his hand back, though he doesn't get up to leave.]
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[ just confirms this ]
But for now, cats are enough.
[ so he'll just sit here petting kitty kitties with lucas until something else pulls either of them away. defusing the bomb of his stupid dog's emotions..... successful ]