Hm... [ There's the slightest head tilt and grimace, a mocking apology in the form of a nod and shrug. ] It wasn't hard to figure out how long you lasted, by the state of...well, your injuries.
[ A word he uses gently, as soft as his next step. He's not striking, he's just deciphering Gustave's stare at the moment. Something in it, a questioning, triggers a darker intent that shifts his grip on the hilt. ]
Lune and Sciel hadn't found a way back up in time. Which is good. To be honest, most people don't live long past their first meeting with him, so consider yourself...luckier than most. You may not have lasted long, because no one does...but you clearly gave him a good scrap. It was probably like...a brisk jog for him, you know?
[ If there's any venom in the taunt, it may be favored for Renoir over Gustave, but it may also be difficult to make that distinction, given the way he's scarcely restraining a hooded glare. Gustave existing at all is going to complicate everything, making it impossible to reason with Maelle should that opportunity ever arise. Inconvenient doesn't even begin to cover it.
And yet, he owes him. Or, at least, he owes Maelle. ...Even if still that makes him the bad guy to someone. ]
I've seen him obliterate entire Expeditions without breaking stride. You— [ A gesture with the tip of his sword as he shakes his head, forever wrestling that headache of awe and shame. ] —you saw it too, what he was capable of, and you stood up to him, anyway. It was brave. ...Foolish. But, brave.
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[ A word he uses gently, as soft as his next step. He's not striking, he's just deciphering Gustave's stare at the moment. Something in it, a questioning, triggers a darker intent that shifts his grip on the hilt. ]
Lune and Sciel hadn't found a way back up in time. Which is good. To be honest, most people don't live long past their first meeting with him, so consider yourself...luckier than most. You may not have lasted long, because no one does...but you clearly gave him a good scrap. It was probably like...a brisk jog for him, you know?
[ If there's any venom in the taunt, it may be favored for Renoir over Gustave, but it may also be difficult to make that distinction, given the way he's scarcely restraining a hooded glare. Gustave existing at all is going to complicate everything, making it impossible to reason with Maelle should that opportunity ever arise. Inconvenient doesn't even begin to cover it.
And yet, he owes him. Or, at least, he owes Maelle. ...Even if still that makes him the bad guy to someone. ]
I've seen him obliterate entire Expeditions without breaking stride. You— [ A gesture with the tip of his sword as he shakes his head, forever wrestling that headache of awe and shame. ] —you saw it too, what he was capable of, and you stood up to him, anyway. It was brave. ...Foolish. But, brave.