A visible pause, and a glance up to the top of the catacombs. Then he looks back at Palamedes with a quiet smile and says a word that doesn't seem to translate, then tacks on "That's Vega 3."
His eyes get distant, and he struggles for a moment, his brows furrowing. "Um... oh, it's... six—no, longer—no? Oh! Did you want to order something?"
He blurts out, very quickly, "NO," and then shakes his head and looks intently at Palamedes. "There's— there's been so many. So many of you."
He can't seem to answer this question verbally but nods his head frantically yes for a few solid seconds and then adds, almost desperately, "They were so close."
At this point, he reaches out to put hands on Palamedes' shoulders, holding his gaze, and says one word very pointedly: "Heart." He repeats this a few times, then offers Palamedes a milkshake. It's suspiciously red but tastes delicious and contains no blood.
After asking whether Palamedes likes the shake—and seeming quite invested in the answer—he'll pause for a long, quiet moment and look up again, toward the ceiling, like he's looking past it.
"I think," he says, slowly and hesitantly, like he's picking each word, "they— we— were wrong. Killing something—" a long beat, and a visible struggle to continue, "it never does solve anything. Do you understand?"
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"I think," he says, slowly and hesitantly, like he's picking each word, "they— we— were wrong. Killing something—" a long beat, and a visible struggle to continue, "it never does solve anything. Do you understand?"