He doesn't get to touch the coffin. He can't honestly tell whether or not it was the sudden edge in Luocha's voice that stopped him, or the sudden, overwhelming feeling that he was being threatened. And the threat — was it coming from Luocha himself, or the thing inside the coffin?
The funny thing is that the Trailblazer isn't really that off-put. He doesn't feel particularly chastised, either, not by Luocha, or his own instincts. It's just kind of what he was expecting, that's all: he tried to pet a cat, and the cat hissed. If it bit or scratched him, well, that would have been just its nature, and he the erstwhile fool who tried to test its boundaries.
What Caelus doesn't like is this: that feeling from the coffin reminds him of the time that Nanook killed him on sight in Herta's Simulated Universe.
It was the exact same feeling. ]
...Sorry. It's not polite to touch someone's things without asking.
[ He's self-aware, at least. Calmly, Caelus lowers his hand back to his side, stepping back from the coffin, and then meets Luocha's gaze, something suitably apologetic in his soft golden gaze. Whether or not his contriteness is genuine is up for debate. Whether or not he is absolved of sin is for to Luocha to decide. ]
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He doesn't get to touch the coffin. He can't honestly tell whether or not it was the sudden edge in Luocha's voice that stopped him, or the sudden, overwhelming feeling that he was being threatened. And the threat — was it coming from Luocha himself, or the thing inside the coffin?
The funny thing is that the Trailblazer isn't really that off-put. He doesn't feel particularly chastised, either, not by Luocha, or his own instincts. It's just kind of what he was expecting, that's all: he tried to pet a cat, and the cat hissed. If it bit or scratched him, well, that would have been just its nature, and he the erstwhile fool who tried to test its boundaries.
What Caelus doesn't like is this: that feeling from the coffin reminds him of the time that Nanook killed him on sight in Herta's Simulated Universe.
It was the exact same feeling. ]
...Sorry. It's not polite to touch someone's things without asking.
[ He's self-aware, at least. Calmly, Caelus lowers his hand back to his side, stepping back from the coffin, and then meets Luocha's gaze, something suitably apologetic in his soft golden gaze. Whether or not his contriteness is genuine is up for debate. Whether or not he is absolved of sin is for to Luocha to decide. ]
I was just thinking that it looks like you.
[ ...Well, it... does, in a way... yes... ]