But what am I going to do about it? A kid in a different world made a deal and summoned a demon. You've been with him four years and you didn't eat him outright at the start: that tells me he knew what he was doing and made whatever pact you two have iron-tight. I can't break that, not from here and not in your world either.
I could try to kill you. Get demoted for it, break our friendship. Kind of stupid and pointless when we're just going to see each other at breakfast the next morning. Though it does make getting my warden item back a less weird conversation, since it wouldn't exist anymore.
We've been dancing around this topic for fucking ages, Sebastian. If I were going to stop liking you, I'd have done it at the start. I'm a little disgusted and horrified it was an eight year old kid who named you, but I've known so many monsters over the years and read about worse things that it just makes me feel tired.
One day you're going to go back to your master and eat his soul or drag him with you to never be lonely again, or whatever the fuck the terms of your agreement were. I can't stop you. I don't have leverage. Right now this place...lets us be who we are without the need to constantly kill each other.
And I..weirdly understand your master's desire to have you at his side. Even if it means his death and damnation.
[It's quiet on Sebastian's end for a minute as he contemplates this answer.]
Well. That reasoning makes sense, certainly.
Truthfully, come this point, should our Contract last until the natural end of his life, I would welcome it. [He doesn't say it to sound more sympathetic. It just seems... right to be a little forthcoming, in this conversation.]
As for you understanding my master's desire... is that too speaking from a hunter's perspective?
[He's surprised, and he hopes he isn't being naive about trusting Sebastian's word on this. Still, part of his shoulders relax from their heavyset stance he's been throughout most of this conversation]
No. Kind of the opposite, actually. I...know what it's like to be alone at a young age and needing to do the unthinkable to survive, even if most of me didn't see the point. Maybe if I hadn't been born into a hunter's family, I would have been your next meal.
Then again, if I hadn't been, my family probably would still be alive. So who knows?
Desperate humans standing at the edge of the abyss, when offered a spider's thread's worth of hope of salvation, are all quite the same, in the end. [They all grasp at the thread.]
The same human tragedies repeat endlessly, and humans react in the same ways to them. All the same, I am glad we can meet like this, instead. [As much as he's sure Trevor would have tasted delicious.]
Well, Mr Sims did give me an assignment to spend time with people I find agreeable, and no Warden I have had since then has bothered to say anything to contradict that. Perhaps you too should give it a try? [Dryly,] Why, come to Mr Tennant's movie showing. Surely show a thing should be more cheerful than this.
You were the one to suggest we should make efforts to socialise with more optimistic people.
All humans, once becoming cognizant of the concept, are constantly aware of their own impending mortality, and fear it. Their desperate attempts to forestall it, and to forget about its coming, are largely what makes you so interesting.
...By which I mean not that Mr Tennant's movie showing is likely to be particularly fascinating. I believe the movie supposedly revolved around sharks and tornadoes. Only that distractions will not solve the core problem, but they are a normal part of being a person.
Believe me, I would love to be given different instructions, but according to Mr Sims, I should not spend too much time working nor being violent... which only leaves so many activities in this place. But very well, then that is decided.
[Sebastian briefly considers the possibility that Trevor only suggested the netmaking for Sebastian's sake. Maybe as an apology for having him burn his hand on his stupid whip. And that maybe the decent thing to do would be to suggest they can do something else instead, to spare Trevor the discomfort of having to ask the Admiral for anything.
...It's only a very brief contemplation before he concludes that, no, it is a Trevor problem if he can't stomach seeing through something that he himself suggested in the first place. So:]
Goodspeed, sir. I will meet you in ten minutes' time, then.
...You know, some Wardens are deeply offended I will not address them informally. I will admit I take some additional pleasure in addressing them as is proper.
Other Wardens, I address properly because they have earned it. [♥!!
He kneels in front of Trevor's net-to-be.]
At Mr Tennant's? Mm,something featuring a shark as its main antagonist, I believe. Personally, I find documentaries more entertaining.
[Sebastian knows how to knit nets; he kneels and starts working.]
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Those plans of creating a 'fishing' net... are they cancelled? [Does Trevor hate Sebastian now? There's no worry in his tone, he'd just like to know.]
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I-- well, I assumed you would not take well to such... information.
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But what am I going to do about it? A kid in a different world made a deal and summoned a demon. You've been with him four years and you didn't eat him outright at the start: that tells me he knew what he was doing and made whatever pact you two have iron-tight. I can't break that, not from here and not in your world either.
I could try to kill you. Get demoted for it, break our friendship. Kind of stupid and pointless when we're just going to see each other at breakfast the next morning. Though it does make getting my warden item back a less weird conversation, since it wouldn't exist anymore.
We've been dancing around this topic for fucking ages, Sebastian. If I were going to stop liking you, I'd have done it at the start. I'm a little disgusted and horrified it was an eight year old kid who named you, but I've known so many monsters over the years and read about worse things that it just makes me feel tired.
One day you're going to go back to your master and eat his soul or drag him with you to never be lonely again, or whatever the fuck the terms of your agreement were. I can't stop you. I don't have leverage. Right now this place...lets us be who we are without the need to constantly kill each other.
And I..weirdly understand your master's desire to have you at his side. Even if it means his death and damnation.
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Well. That reasoning makes sense, certainly.
Truthfully, come this point, should our Contract last until the natural end of his life, I would welcome it. [He doesn't say it to sound more sympathetic. It just seems... right to be a little forthcoming, in this conversation.]
As for you understanding my master's desire... is that too speaking from a hunter's perspective?
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[He's surprised, and he hopes he isn't being naive about trusting Sebastian's word on this. Still, part of his shoulders relax from their heavyset stance he's been throughout most of this conversation]
No. Kind of the opposite, actually. I...know what it's like to be alone at a young age and needing to do the unthinkable to survive, even if most of me didn't see the point. Maybe if I hadn't been born into a hunter's family, I would have been your next meal.
Then again, if I hadn't been, my family probably would still be alive. So who knows?
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Desperate humans standing at the edge of the abyss, when offered a spider's thread's worth of hope of salvation, are all quite the same, in the end. [They all grasp at the thread.]
The same human tragedies repeat endlessly, and humans react in the same ways to them. All the same, I am glad we can meet like this, instead. [As much as he's sure Trevor would have tasted delicious.]
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But at least we understand each other.
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All humans, once becoming cognizant of the concept, are constantly aware of their own impending mortality, and fear it. Their desperate attempts to forestall it, and to forget about its coming, are largely what makes you so interesting.
...By which I mean not that Mr Tennant's movie showing is likely to be particularly fascinating. I believe the movie supposedly revolved around sharks and tornadoes. Only that distractions will not solve the core problem, but they are a normal part of being a person.
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...All right. We could do that, I guess. Feels a little like pretending to be something we're not, but you'd know all about that, right?
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Believe me, I would love to be given different instructions, but according to Mr Sims, I should not spend too much time working nor being violent... which only leaves so many activities in this place. But very well, then that is decided.
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Which you'd think he could actually verbalise, but no.]
That sounds more agreeable. Right away?
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...It's only a very brief contemplation before he concludes that, no, it is a Trevor problem if he can't stomach seeing through something that he himself suggested in the first place. So:]
Goodspeed, sir. I will meet you in ten minutes' time, then.
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Good evening, sir. Thank you for taking the time to do this.
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[Just a little bit sarcastic, but he means well.]
Necromancer hasn't answered yet but I figure we can get started on this anyway. If you like. What movie's playing?
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...You know, some Wardens are deeply offended I will not address them informally. I will admit I take some additional pleasure in addressing them as is proper.
Other Wardens, I address properly because they have earned it. [♥!!
He kneels in front of Trevor's net-to-be.]
At Mr Tennant's? Mm,something featuring a shark as its main antagonist, I believe. Personally, I find documentaries more entertaining.
[Sebastian knows how to knit nets; he kneels and starts working.]
...Your pardon, but is this for my benefit?
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