[HE SURE DID!!!! KNOW THAT I HATE MAHITO!!! HE CAN CHANGE HIS LOOKS AT ANY TIME AND FOR WHAT
But he just listens to what she says, attentive - especially attentive to the sharpness in her tone. Do your best to be worthy of it. Would he like to be? He's not very good at playing these kinds of games, he thinks. At toeing these lines. In the end, is he the sort of person who could stand up to scrutiny under Medb's harsh gaze?
It's all null, though. There's a bit of a strange expression that briefly flits across his face when she asks that question. His eyes shift for a moment to a drop of condensation sliding down the outside of his glass.]
Ah... I can't.
[The exact emotion behind his tone is hard to pin down. Maybe there's something mildly apologetic in it, or wistful in its usual whimsical way.]
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But he just listens to what she says, attentive - especially attentive to the sharpness in her tone. Do your best to be worthy of it. Would he like to be? He's not very good at playing these kinds of games, he thinks. At toeing these lines. In the end, is he the sort of person who could stand up to scrutiny under Medb's harsh gaze?
It's all null, though. There's a bit of a strange expression that briefly flits across his face when she asks that question. His eyes shift for a moment to a drop of condensation sliding down the outside of his glass.]
Ah... I can't.
[The exact emotion behind his tone is hard to pin down. Maybe there's something mildly apologetic in it, or wistful in its usual whimsical way.]
That's not a thing I can experience.