"How very interesting." He offers a little blandly, but there's a lilt to his voice towards the end. "It much explains your aversion to me, and Tyler's own discomfort. Though, I cannot help but wonder...you see, I had heard that he was an apprentice of sorts, though the details yet escape me--however, 'tis not his I ponder, but yours."
His eyebrows raise with interest with the emphasize put on that last word. "So come! What role did you play in your shared yet not-exactly-the-same-experience? I feel by rights I should know what manner of devil you project onto me, if I am to suffer your ill-placed wrath."
"I was-- the caretaker," Steven says shortly. "Of all of us who were there. I was mostly left alone to do my tasks and when his attention was focused on me, it usually boded ill for my charges. Does that satisfy you?"
God, he hopes it does. He just wants the dried up old queen to go away.
There's a clear sense of satisfaction that dances behind Solus's eyes as Steven acquiesces the information. It's not all that he could give, but in a way, he likes that. It allows him to puzzle it out, play with little pet theories about these strange mortal men and their damage.
Damage he, admittedly, thinks they ought not to have gone through, though Tyler more than Steven. That being the extent of his compassion towards either. With a sated smile, he holds up one finger of his gloved hand, the golden arrows upon his palm visible.
"I've but one more question--what manner of creature was responsible for your troubling fate? A capricious and intelligent being that I seemingly bear a striking resemblance to, apparently, but that does not tell me much at all."
"By all means, pray do not let me keep you from your task." He says as if he didn't just do that. However, he does find this new bounty of information interesting to say the least, and the irony is not lost on him that whatever that creature is would be called a 'sinner'. Inhabitants on the first carrying such a moniker for themselves in the face of the Sineaters.
He lets Steven pass without a fuss, happy to see him go Though he calls after him, "I do thank you for your most valuable answers. Till next time, friend."
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"How very interesting." He offers a little blandly, but there's a lilt to his voice towards the end. "It much explains your aversion to me, and Tyler's own discomfort. Though, I cannot help but wonder...you see, I had heard that he was an apprentice of sorts, though the details yet escape me--however, 'tis not his I ponder, but yours."
His eyebrows raise with interest with the emphasize put on that last word. "So come! What role did you play in your shared yet not-exactly-the-same-experience? I feel by rights I should know what manner of devil you project onto me, if I am to suffer your ill-placed wrath."
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God, he hopes it does. He just wants the dried up old queen to go away.
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Damage he, admittedly, thinks they ought not to have gone through, though Tyler more than Steven. That being the extent of his compassion towards either. With a sated smile, he holds up one finger of his gloved hand, the golden arrows upon his palm visible.
"I've but one more question--what manner of creature was responsible for your troubling fate? A capricious and intelligent being that I seemingly bear a striking resemblance to, apparently, but that does not tell me much at all."
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He lets Steven pass without a fuss, happy to see him go Though he calls after him, "I do thank you for your most valuable answers. Till next time, friend."
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Jesus fucking Christ, what an asshole. He's-- going to have to talk to Tyler about this later, probably.