[ For a long few moments, Caelus's senses hone in only on the sound of Luocha's heels clicking softly against the stone flooring beneath them as they walk. It is a strangling silence, but the Trailblazer himself is loath to break it. After all, what is he supposed to say, in this situation? Even if he expressed that he was sorry for what he himself did, would it really mean anything, when he was the one who did it, and with such relish, such glee?
The Stellaron makes an uncomfortable, shifting sound. Silent, in the way that it always is, except for the way that Luocha knows how to feel for it. ]
...Dan Heng's always been a worrywart.
[ Just as flat, matching Luocha's tone. Caelus can't help but add a hopeful lilt to it, though, as if he can't help but feel some sense of relief over finally being addressed. ]
The Express is his family. It's... it's my family, too.
[ There's a bit of a hollowness to this admission. Not because he doesn't feel it, no, but because he is acutely aware of how bizarre it is, how strangely selfish, to talk about your family with a man that you yourself brutalized. What does Luocha care to hear this, if indeed he cares at all? ]
...So of course he doesn't want me to die. But if it was the only way... I guess it wouldn't be so bad.
[ He has no idea what possesses him to say this, or why in any universe he's saying this to Luocha of all people, but it's as if something that is not quite himself takes over him, as the words calmly slide out of his mouth: ]
Death is just another opportunity to Trailblaze.
[ But would you let me die? Ah, now that's the underlying question, isn't it? ]
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The Stellaron makes an uncomfortable, shifting sound. Silent, in the way that it always is, except for the way that Luocha knows how to feel for it. ]
...Dan Heng's always been a worrywart.
[ Just as flat, matching Luocha's tone. Caelus can't help but add a hopeful lilt to it, though, as if he can't help but feel some sense of relief over finally being addressed. ]
The Express is his family. It's... it's my family, too.
[ There's a bit of a hollowness to this admission. Not because he doesn't feel it, no, but because he is acutely aware of how bizarre it is, how strangely selfish, to talk about your family with a man that you yourself brutalized. What does Luocha care to hear this, if indeed he cares at all? ]
...So of course he doesn't want me to die. But if it was the only way... I guess it wouldn't be so bad.
[ He has no idea what possesses him to say this, or why in any universe he's saying this to Luocha of all people, but it's as if something that is not quite himself takes over him, as the words calmly slide out of his mouth: ]
Death is just another opportunity to Trailblaze.
[ But would you let me die? Ah, now that's the underlying question, isn't it? ]