[ Even if it was for just a moment, that reaction was completely hard to ignore. If the redhead didn't care at all, or it didn't bother him?
This kind of thing might be laughed off amidst some flippant joke, or at the least? Some kind of lightly chastising comment on him bringing this up, even if in all actuality he did feel a bit bad for having to do things this way. Part of him just wanted to go up and give it to Seven, but that was a risk in and of itself.
Especially with the words that are spat out at him like they were some kind of poison and they're enough to make him nearly recoil. His chest stings again at the mention of Rika and V, but the rest that followed after? A little of the fight is taken out of him and he almost deflates, but his hand curls a bit more tightly around the necklace itself. ]
That never had stopped you before. It's not like you to give in like this, either.
[ After that mess in the mansion, finding out that he was some kind of living weapon had hurt a little. On the surface he did not too horribly on hiding how affected he was by this, as if there was no way to fix this that how could he go back to how things were before? It was bad enough that by now he'd been gone long enough that things already were seemingly ruined.
Wordlessly, Zen proceeded to bring his free hand up to his face. As if that could stifle the set of sneezes in rapid succession, but he still tried all the same. ]
...None of those orders make sense. IT just is telling you that they do. [ Trying to recover for a moment, but at least it's a bit easier when Seven puts that cat down and it leaves him be. ] ...How many lies has IT fed you by this point?
[ Those words had been too quiet, and it was easy to forget them when his mind registered what his friend had actually said. A small, nagging part of his mind already going a mile a minute, trying to reason that maybe it's just partially because of the allergies that affected him and nothing more. ]
Once I leave here, clean up and get some rest, I'll be good as new. These damages aren't anything that can't be fixed. [ Flipping some hair over his shoulder as flippantly as he might have back home was all too easy; so natural that he didn't even have to think about it. Same with the smile that he used to cover up any unease that might have started creeping in. ] I haven't the slightest idea of what you're even trying to get at.
[ He's kept remarkable care of himself... well. As much as he could. That mansion had been SO hellish in that regard. Not that he wants to think about that. ]
no subject
This kind of thing might be laughed off amidst some flippant joke, or at the least? Some kind of lightly chastising comment on him bringing this up, even if in all actuality he did feel a bit bad for having to do things this way. Part of him just wanted to go up and give it to Seven, but that was a risk in and of itself.
Especially with the words that are spat out at him like they were some kind of poison and they're enough to make him nearly recoil. His chest stings again at the mention of Rika and V, but the rest that followed after? A little of the fight is taken out of him and he almost deflates, but his hand curls a bit more tightly around the necklace itself. ]
That never had stopped you before. It's not like you to give in like this, either.
[ After that mess in the mansion, finding out that he was some kind of living weapon had hurt a little. On the surface he did not too horribly on hiding how affected he was by this, as if there was no way to fix this that how could he go back to how things were before? It was bad enough that by now he'd been gone long enough that things already were seemingly ruined.
Wordlessly, Zen proceeded to bring his free hand up to his face. As if that could stifle the set of sneezes in rapid succession, but he still tried all the same. ]
...None of those orders make sense. IT just is telling you that they do. [ Trying to recover for a moment, but at least it's a bit easier when Seven puts that cat down and it leaves him be. ] ...How many lies has IT fed you by this point?
[ Those words had been too quiet, and it was easy to forget them when his mind registered what his friend had actually said. A small, nagging part of his mind already going a mile a minute, trying to reason that maybe it's just partially because of the allergies that affected him and nothing more. ]
Once I leave here, clean up and get some rest, I'll be good as new. These damages aren't anything that can't be fixed. [ Flipping some hair over his shoulder as flippantly as he might have back home was all too easy; so natural that he didn't even have to think about it. Same with the smile that he used to cover up any unease that might have started creeping in. ] I haven't the slightest idea of what you're even trying to get at.
[ He's kept remarkable care of himself... well. As much as he could. That mansion had been SO hellish in that regard. Not that he wants to think about that. ]