[ Ratio isn't afraid. Despite the wound in his shoulder, he isn't afraid. Despite the knife to his throat, and the wild desperate eyes above him, threatening pain if he doesn't comply, he isn't afraid.
He remains calm, still and compliant, and thinks. How can he explain his presence to Kakavasha? There is no way to explain that this is not reality and he is in no danger—at least in a way that does not immediately sound suspicious to the mistreated young boy. In that case, he should play into expectations. And who would Kakavasha expect to see in this situation? Well, the child said it himself. Someone who was paid to do something in this maze.
And yet. ]
Use your brain, Kakavasha. Do I appear to be someone who belongs here?
[ Given his fine clothing, perfectly tailored to his physique, and an appearance that wouldn't suggest he's some hired goon for rich clients, he thinks Kakavasha would at least be able to sense something is strange. ]
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He remains calm, still and compliant, and thinks. How can he explain his presence to Kakavasha? There is no way to explain that this is not reality and he is in no danger—at least in a way that does not immediately sound suspicious to the mistreated young boy. In that case, he should play into expectations. And who would Kakavasha expect to see in this situation? Well, the child said it himself. Someone who was paid to do something in this maze.
And yet. ]
Use your brain, Kakavasha. Do I appear to be someone who belongs here?
[ Given his fine clothing, perfectly tailored to his physique, and an appearance that wouldn't suggest he's some hired goon for rich clients, he thinks Kakavasha would at least be able to sense something is strange. ]