[ there are a lot of things that don't make sense to sariel either. after uriel sat him down and explained the past two millennia, he came out of that conversation with only more questions by the end of it. some things are just beyond the scope of his own understanding, but even if he doesn't get it, he sees no reason to withhold information like that from allies.
if olivia asks, he'll do his best to relay things as they are, but for now - ]
Yes. It has also been a while since I was last here. [ a whole lot has happened in between too. ] But I would like that, if it's not too much trouble.
[ he almost looks delighted (?) by the offer, even if it's way more subdued on his face. maybe the correct term is something closer to hopeful. ]
I want to see what kind of ants they have here.
[ will they be just as prismatic as the pegasus he saw on the moon? only time will tell. ]
[ She has very little emotional affect herself, however she can more or less understand his mood by the subtle shift in his expression—it seems he's willing to go along with her, and she's appreciative of his cooperation. (She feels a certain sense of duty toward her brethren, and it wouldn't do to leave Sariel behind in an alien world...) ]
It's no trouble.
[ She offers him a hand up, nevermind the ludicrous difference in height between them. ]
If you're unable to satisfy your curiosity, you can always return here later.
[ A practical observation, though she'd rather avoid the simulation. Despite the convincing sky above them, it still feels much like a surreal cage, and of course she isn't keen on Belial's presence here, either. (His false pleasantness is part of her memory as well, and it clashes with her knowledge of him in the present. Like facing the counterfeit of a counterfeit, each reiteration less trustworthy than the last.) And, she'd rather Sariel stay away from his influence, direct or indirect—though she hasn't realized it's a bit too late for that. ]
Well then. Shall we?
[ As if to haunt their footsteps, their Deputy Head smiles at them peaceably as they leave, purple liquid seeping from his eyes as they step outside the room, dribbling from the corners of his sharp smile. ]
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[ there are a lot of things that don't make sense to sariel either. after uriel sat him down and explained the past two millennia, he came out of that conversation with only more questions by the end of it. some things are just beyond the scope of his own understanding, but even if he doesn't get it, he sees no reason to withhold information like that from allies.
if olivia asks, he'll do his best to relay things as they are, but for now - ]
Yes. It has also been a while since I was last here. [ a whole lot has happened in between too. ] But I would like that, if it's not too much trouble.
[ he almost looks delighted (?) by the offer, even if it's way more subdued on his face. maybe the correct term is something closer to hopeful. ]
I want to see what kind of ants they have here.
[ will they be just as prismatic as the pegasus he saw on the moon? only time will tell. ]
no subject
It's no trouble.
[ She offers him a hand up, nevermind the ludicrous difference in height between them. ]
If you're unable to satisfy your curiosity, you can always return here later.
[ A practical observation, though she'd rather avoid the simulation. Despite the convincing sky above them, it still feels much like a surreal cage, and of course she isn't keen on Belial's presence here, either. (His false pleasantness is part of her memory as well, and it clashes with her knowledge of him in the present. Like facing the counterfeit of a counterfeit, each reiteration less trustworthy than the last.) And, she'd rather Sariel stay away from his influence, direct or indirect—though she hasn't realized it's a bit too late for that. ]
Well then. Shall we?
[ As if to haunt their footsteps, their Deputy Head smiles at them peaceably as they leave, purple liquid seeping from his eyes as they step outside the room, dribbling from the corners of his sharp smile. ]