[ Woah, thinks Laios Touden, in arguably the first coherent thought he's had since waking up in this dark little room. Never seen a monster like that before.
It's the sort of thought that flits through your head fully-finished, polished to a shine and entirely without context. Laios actually has no idea, when he presses on its contours, whether he's seen a monster like that before (human face, distinctly inhuman ears), or whether the man in front of him, speaking with very human inflection, is a monster at all. He doesn't think humans have ears like that, but he can't back that up, either. He can't think of a reason for much of anything at the moment. Why is here? What was he even doing right before this?
He's in a dungeon. That much, he's sure of: dark walls and torches and weird riddles, visible when he squints through the firelight. For a few seconds he stares at the words in front of them, seemingly ignoring the maybe-monster, and then his mouth twists. ]
Freedom is hot...? That has to mean something, right? Can't just be there for no reason...
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It's the sort of thought that flits through your head fully-finished, polished to a shine and entirely without context. Laios actually has no idea, when he presses on its contours, whether he's seen a monster like that before (human face, distinctly inhuman ears), or whether the man in front of him, speaking with very human inflection, is a monster at all. He doesn't think humans have ears like that, but he can't back that up, either. He can't think of a reason for much of anything at the moment. Why is here? What was he even doing right before this?
He's in a dungeon. That much, he's sure of: dark walls and torches and weird riddles, visible when he squints through the firelight. For a few seconds he stares at the words in front of them, seemingly ignoring the maybe-monster, and then his mouth twists. ]
Freedom is hot...? That has to mean something, right? Can't just be there for no reason...
[ Wait. Question. Laios blinks, half-turns. ]
How'd we get here?