[ It's more the threatening tone the man takes than the question itself that has them flinching, hand reflexively going to cover the sleek crystals in their neck. They've gotten the gist by now, from talk and from seeing other shard-bearers— these precious gems represent both the souls that reside in this body, even if they can't see them directly, given their placement. But they'd expected reactions closer to confusion or disgust, when other shard-bearers became aware of their peculiar circumstances, rather than getting a vague accusation of being unable to control themself.
In an instant, they're scrambling to put their back to the wall instead, facing him, even if they're still curled up on the ground. ]
Y...Yes?
[ They force themselves to say, although they sound guilty when they say it, as if confessing to a crime— moreover, they're so uncertain what his intentions are, that they accidentally inflect their answer like a question. Their following words don't sound terribly convincing, either, when uttered with such a nervous, rambling quality. ]
I'm used to it, so... I at least know how to do deal with this. Er, with him, I mean...
[ Ragnarok's presence is perhaps the one thing they do know how to deal with, especially when he's in such a weakened state. There's no point in denying the truth of there being shit in there, as the other so aptly put it, is there? Something about the way the man talks, the way he'd phrased the question, gives them the impression that he already has more of a grasp on what's going on with them than someone normally might. Whether that has to do just with getting a peek at their shards, or if there's more to it than that remains to be seen, so they keep themself from assuming too much. Instead, they briefly glance upward to read the man's expression in desperate hopes of seeing acceptance of their answer, and not further scrutiny. ]
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In an instant, they're scrambling to put their back to the wall instead, facing him, even if they're still curled up on the ground. ]
Y...Yes?
[ They force themselves to say, although they sound guilty when they say it, as if confessing to a crime— moreover, they're so uncertain what his intentions are, that they accidentally inflect their answer like a question. Their following words don't sound terribly convincing, either, when uttered with such a nervous, rambling quality. ]
I'm used to it, so... I at least know how to do deal with this. Er, with him, I mean...
[ Ragnarok's presence is perhaps the one thing they do know how to deal with, especially when he's in such a weakened state. There's no point in denying the truth of there being shit in there, as the other so aptly put it, is there? Something about the way the man talks, the way he'd phrased the question, gives them the impression that he already has more of a grasp on what's going on with them than someone normally might. Whether that has to do just with getting a peek at their shards, or if there's more to it than that remains to be seen, so they keep themself from assuming too much. Instead, they briefly glance upward to read the man's expression in desperate hopes of seeing acceptance of their answer, and not further scrutiny. ]