[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.]
[He nods at that. It's... almost a relief, to know it's not just for his sake. Makes him feel less like a pathetic charity case, or a dog in need of enrichment.]
Hopefully it will stay nothing but an amusing side project, but considering the Admiral's bouts of frankly worrying incompetence...
"Oh? Admittedly I was not sure if it was a magical creature of some sort, or something else."
He's never really seen Flapjack change from cardinal to little wooden statue... given that he's been dragged to the infirmary all of, oh, two times? And both those times the focus was more 'how on Earth do you manage to always fuck up your hand so badly jfc' and less cute little critters.
"Understandable, of course. Were the Admiral less ungenerous about restricting Inmates' abilities, I could personally easily see to keeping the entire ship fed if necessary."
He says, continues knitting the net.
"Of course, not that I particularly care should most people here starve."
Sebastian chuckles softly. Yeah, they're in agreement about the Admiral.
At Trevor's comment about starvation, Sebastian meets his eye for a moment, raising his eyebrows. Trevor, he's... he's a monster. Of course he doesn't care if people suffer.
He returns his attention to the net. "...Yes, well. As much as you keep assuring me that graduating is possible for anyone, I do still suspect such a fate is what the Admiral has planned for me."
Starvation, that is (and he says it so nonchalantly). So obviously it makes sense that Sebastian should have no problem with the rest of the ship suffering the same fate.
He pauses in his net-making for a moment, looking up at Trevor. Talking about aesthetics is Important and deserves his undivided attention.
"I have lived for a very long time. Once enough time has passed, simply surviving begins to feel quite meaningless."
Sebastian would die for his young master. Supposedly died trying to save him, in fact. Not because of sentiment, but because he swore to protect him at any cost. In face of that, survival is nothing.
It is indeed a demon thing. And at least the parts of the net Sebastian has worked on hold together beautifully - Sebastian is stupidly strong, after all, and of course he's excellent at making nets.
He shakes his head.
"I loathe every moment I am apart from the young master. But speaking to humans about human matters... I have been doing that for well over three years by now. Of course much of it is tedious and insipid, but humans, when you truly, desperately want something... you will act in interesting ways."
Lesser beings as they might be (he doesn't verbalise)...
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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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[He grins, spreading the net out so that Sebastian can work on half]
Half yours, half mine. Wanted to give you something to do, wanted to see what I could fetch up with this.
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Hopefully it will stay nothing but an amusing side project, but considering the Admiral's bouts of frankly worrying incompetence...
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You know the little red cardinal that hangs around Hunter? Found that.
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He's never really seen Flapjack change from cardinal to little wooden statue... given that he's been dragged to the infirmary all of, oh, two times? And both those times the focus was more 'how on Earth do you manage to always fuck up your hand so badly jfc' and less cute little critters.
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Trevor shrugs. But he's always been interested in that sort of thing now that he knows it's possible.
"I want to be able to get more food without needing to rely on ports so much, too."
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He says, continues knitting the net.
"Of course, not that I particularly care should most people here starve."
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"No? Horrible way to die."
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At Trevor's comment about starvation, Sebastian meets his eye for a moment, raising his eyebrows. Trevor, he's... he's a monster. Of course he doesn't care if people suffer.
He returns his attention to the net. "...Yes, well. As much as you keep assuring me that graduating is possible for anyone, I do still suspect such a fate is what the Admiral has planned for me."
Starvation, that is (and he says it so nonchalantly). So obviously it makes sense that Sebastian should have no problem with the rest of the ship suffering the same fate.
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"You need to consume souls. If it's between starvation and doing that..what would you pick?"
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Starvation it is. Not because it torments Sebastian to take lives, but for the Aesthetic. He's spent far too long just eating for the sake of eating.
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"A human's greatest priority, like any animal's, is survival."
But Sebastian is above that. He wasn't always, but he is now.
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He pauses in his net-making for a moment, looking up at Trevor. Talking about aesthetics is Important and deserves his undivided attention.
"I have lived for a very long time. Once enough time has passed, simply surviving begins to feel quite meaningless."
Sebastian would die for his young master. Supposedly died trying to save him, in fact. Not because of sentiment, but because he swore to protect him at any cost. In face of that, survival is nothing.
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He bites through the thread with his teeth and continues sewing.
"How long have you lived? Do you remember Rome in its heyday?"
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There have been periods when he's been dreadfully bored by existence, but that was before he figured out his aesthetics.
"But, mm, not quite that long, no. I know not for certain my age; for a long time I saw little value in paying attention to human calenders."
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"Is it killing you? Being here, talking with humans about humans things. Subjected to human moralities."
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He shakes his head.
"I loathe every moment I am apart from the young master. But speaking to humans about human matters... I have been doing that for well over three years by now. Of course much of it is tedious and insipid, but humans, when you truly, desperately want something... you will act in interesting ways."
Lesser beings as they might be (he doesn't verbalise)...
"You can be truly fascinating."
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