[That sarcastic edge evokes memories of returning home with the truth. He recalls when his own words were deemed worthless. His family at best were laughed out of the city to whom they had given everything, at worse they were treated with suspicion.
No, at worst they were...
His own eyes reflect that defiance - but also simmer with rage at the people who had hurt his family. He can control his own expression. But he cannot control his emotion or the truth behind his retribution. That drive to remove a threat. Those urges woven into his being. ]
One of many.
[His voice sounds as cold and unfeeling as he is accused of being. But it's complicated.]
Alan. Michel. RaphaΓ«l. [His words linger.] Gustave. The man responsible for maintaining the dome.
no subject
No, at worst they were...
His own eyes reflect that defiance - but also simmer with rage at the people who had hurt his family. He can control his own expression. But he cannot control his emotion or the truth behind his retribution. That drive to remove a threat. Those urges woven into his being. ]
One of many.
[His voice sounds as cold and unfeeling as he is accused of being. But it's complicated.]
Alan. Michel. RaphaΓ«l. [His words linger.] Gustave. The man responsible for maintaining the dome.