[ he's placid on the outside, but the emotion inside is ... different. bile and venom and red-hot fury, threading itself around the edges of everything. but the feeling is more ... that was always present, and is just flaring now. the structure of everything that was there all along. `You're a wounded soul. Fractured. Any world you create will bear those scars too.` ]
An arrogant, pathetic child who lashes out when he didn't get what he wanted from this world? Sure, seems like a god to me.
[ temenos is far, far too observant to miss those emotional cues. he listens to what's being said and what isn't, pays close attention. lucien is... interesting. these little peeks under the surface feel like there's something about him held together with thin threads; the way the anger flares isn't unfamiliar, but it's telling.
his own emotions come with a faint huff of a laugh, the rest dissolving. similarly, his expression remains placid, but his feelings are calm, observant. ]
Certainly. [ an arrogant, pathetic child, in particular. scien's attitude sat poorly with temenos from their very first conversation, and it has not changed in the days leading up to this event. ] The man who plays at god finds himself breaking his toys, and throwing a tantrum upon the realization. I cannot say it is the first time I've seen such a thing.
[ maybe its why he's sick of everyone pretending they are here to do nothing but make nice, play along, be friends. They could at least be honest about it. It's obvious that's not the truth, at least through the eyes of someone so bathed in that sort of feeling. ]
[ yeah! yeah. this is hilariously one of the plotlines of an entirely different octopath traveler game. alas i am not that path.
temenos sighs lightly, taking a sip of his drink. ]
He told me earlier in the week that his goal was to find a way for his species to die. I suspected him rather early based upon it: it didn't seem nearly out of the realm of possibility to me that he simply experimented upon his companion. Many of our fellow 'crew' were quibbling about whether it was murder or not before we'd seen his body, but Scien practically told us before it even started.
[ temenos also didn't think for a second this was just a little accident - that kind of optimism is beyond lost on him. the worst of the worst often turns out to be true. ]
I find it hard to feel sorry for him, no matter what dramatics he puts on relating to his non-functioning heart, or whatever that was. [ this time, much more sarcastically: ] Woe befalls the martyr. Pride goeth before the fall. And so on, and so forth.
[ temenos
did not like scien very much. it hit far too similarly on a group of people from home - immortals make him wary, and heretical, arrogant, smarmy ones are even worse. ]
[ lucien didn't like him but for probably worse reasons: scien was as close as a mirror for a few reasons, and it made him itchy to see it reflected so clearly in such an ugly way.
he isn't drinking much, mostly watching his glass. ]
I don't feel sorry for him. There's hardly anything left to feel sorrow for. A madman who unravelled at the last instant, and for that, sometimes there is nothing to be done.
[ ... but he does, actually, seem to feel a bit sorry for him, despite himself. ]
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An arrogant, pathetic child who lashes out when he didn't get what he wanted from this world? Sure, seems like a god to me.
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his own emotions come with a faint huff of a laugh, the rest dissolving. similarly, his expression remains placid, but his feelings are calm, observant. ]
Certainly. [ an arrogant, pathetic child, in particular. scien's attitude sat poorly with temenos from their very first conversation, and it has not changed in the days leading up to this event. ] The man who plays at god finds himself breaking his toys, and throwing a tantrum upon the realization. I cannot say it is the first time I've seen such a thing.
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Can't say it's an uncommon type of person.
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[ yeah! yeah. this is hilariously one of the plotlines of an entirely different octopath traveler game. alas i am not that path.
temenos sighs lightly, taking a sip of his drink. ]
He told me earlier in the week that his goal was to find a way for his species to die. I suspected him rather early based upon it: it didn't seem nearly out of the realm of possibility to me that he simply experimented upon his companion. Many of our fellow 'crew' were quibbling about whether it was murder or not before we'd seen his body, but Scien practically told us before it even started.
[ temenos also didn't think for a second this was just a little accident - that kind of optimism is beyond lost on him. the worst of the worst often turns out to be true. ]
I find it hard to feel sorry for him, no matter what dramatics he puts on relating to his non-functioning heart, or whatever that was. [ this time, much more sarcastically: ] Woe befalls the martyr. Pride goeth before the fall. And so on, and so forth.
[ temenos
did not like scien very much. it hit far too similarly on a group of people from home - immortals make him wary, and heretical, arrogant, smarmy ones are even worse. ]
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he isn't drinking much, mostly watching his glass. ]
I don't feel sorry for him. There's hardly anything left to feel sorrow for. A madman who unravelled at the last instant, and for that, sometimes there is nothing to be done.
[ ... but he does, actually, seem to feel a bit sorry for him, despite himself. ]