[ That's how it works. Obviously. He exhales a sigh, as if what he'd heard was ridiculous. Another thing to note—a sort of defiance that arises in response to Elysium's pent-up energy. ]
… You say that a lot. [ He has to be honest, Sampo says, and alright, fine. Elysium will take him up on his words and reopen his eyes, gaze boring right into Sampo's own. ] Do you realise? That you "mean" something. A little too used to being protested, aren't you?
[ Maybe as a quiet, little voice in the back of his head, he still wants to contort the smile on Sampo's face. If the body is often said to be the most honest part of one's self, what did it say about Sampo, being able to reign himself in so cleanly? Curious. ]
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[ That's how it works. Obviously. He exhales a sigh, as if what he'd heard was ridiculous. Another thing to note—a sort of defiance that arises in response to Elysium's pent-up energy. ]
… You say that a lot. [ He has to be honest, Sampo says, and alright, fine. Elysium will take him up on his words and reopen his eyes, gaze boring right into Sampo's own. ] Do you realise? That you "mean" something. A little too used to being protested, aren't you?
[ Maybe as a quiet, little voice in the back of his head, he still wants to contort the smile on Sampo's face. If the body is often said to be the most honest part of one's self, what did it say about Sampo, being able to reign himself in so cleanly? Curious. ]