[ bluntly, ] I think that you are willful and uncooperative, and prioritize your goals over others.
Whether it is your nature, upbringing, or because you appear to have suffered a great loss.. I cannot say. [ tilts his head ] But I do not think you're a danger, unless you have good reason to be.
[ is it terrible that this actually makes him laugh, crossing his arms loosely and tilting his head in return - raising an eyebrow. ]
Difficult to argue with any of that. [ not even that. he doesn’t bother to argue any of it at all. ] My goals are worth the priority, however. I do it out of the altruism in my heart.
[ that sounds horrifying, and dion's expression shifts from neutral curiosity to something grim. at the same time, white scales start to shimmer along the scant skin that's visible, his neck and up his jaw line, up to where his eyes start to shift to a brighter gold. ]
... Is that right. Are you aware for what reason? [ frowns ] Were you conscious, but simply not in control?
[ his eyes flick to the scales - funny, how so there's so many scales here. snakes or dragons, he wonders. one is a much deadlier, intelligent beast than the other. ]
No. But parasites exist in the world, shades of things. Hollow ones roam the Shattered Coast as much as any other. [ he shakes his head. ] I wasn't there. The thing-- The splinter, died. It lost its chance. And I was able to be returned to my rightful seat.
[ "thing"... the terminology doesn't bother him, though his gaze flickers down to his hands, both covered by globes. ]
But the fear of it still haunts you. [ looks back, feeling a little bad for pressing ] You believe it could once again take the body from you, now that it knows how?
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Whether it is your nature, upbringing, or because you appear to have suffered a great loss.. I cannot say. [ tilts his head ] But I do not think you're a danger, unless you have good reason to be.
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Difficult to argue with any of that. [ not even that. he doesn’t bother to argue any of it at all. ] My goals are worth the priority, however. I do it out of the altruism in my heart.
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So. Was it your brother we saw in that graveyard?
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No. [ ... ] My brother never had a grave.
[ but that wasn't really what was asked. ]
That was something else. A pretender. An imposter, that wore my face.
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oh well ]
... I see. [ he frowns ] A creature that copied your shape, or one that infiltrated your body?
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My body.
[ he runs a hand through his hair, face going tight. ]
I was ... occupied, for a time. Dead. As it were. And I couldn't return to my body. During that time, something else took its chance to seize upon it.
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... Is that right. Are you aware for what reason? [ frowns ] Were you conscious, but simply not in control?
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No. But parasites exist in the world, shades of things. Hollow ones roam the Shattered Coast as much as any other. [ he shakes his head. ] I wasn't there. The thing-- The splinter, died. It lost its chance. And I was able to be returned to my rightful seat.
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But the fear of it still haunts you. [ looks back, feeling a little bad for pressing ] You believe it could once again take the body from you, now that it knows how?
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he looks at dion's globe hands and does not comment on those. sounds terrible! is he a male model. ]
There's ... people. Following it.
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anyway ]
You mean religious followers?