[ Verso decides to voice the thought he had earlier. It doesn't excuse what has happened, but he accepts it for what it is. Certainly, it isn't that he can't resent or hate another person, but he's been painted with far too much love to poison himself with such emotions. ]
Well, I can't imagine you dying.
[ It's a casual joke, but it is how he thinks Verso felt as well. She was always there even before he was born. A bedrock that he could rely and believe in. The two of them would go on adventures and learned how to navigate a Canvas without becoming enthralled. Aline's teachings. Renoir's warnings. But he probably felt they were able due to having each other. Would it make her happy to hear?
No. It wouldn't.
What he knows and what he knew are different.
And he nods along when she shares that same sentiment. It would not be him if he was remade. He isn't him, either.
He crosses his arms and rather than waste her time by asking if she's asking his opinion, he decides to take the question at face value. Clea, as he's come to know her, is someone who speaks in her absolutes. She doesn't ask questions unless she wants an answer, not because she wants to be humored. ]
No. It's not because she doesn't ... care as much, but his Canvas is gone. They'll be able to have the conversation that they couldn't. I think that will spare you some ... troubles.
[ With each pause, he tilts his head one way or the other; he presses his lips together in thought before continuing.
But his eyebrows lift when she comments on babysitting. His mouth forms into a little smile even as he closes his eyes and mutely chuckles at his hairstyle being a burden.
He opens his eyes and blinks at being told he wasn't a burden and is helpful. His smile twists to something far more sardonic. He sees the gift that he is given and doesn't get in the way of the sentiment. But he knows what he is. ]
The Gestrals are hairdressers and I am not good at keeping appointments, but -- [ He gestures to his hair. ] -- I think looks quite distinct and good. [ A smile. ] Could look worse, anyway. So, I may have to accept a low rating.
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[ Verso decides to voice the thought he had earlier. It doesn't excuse what has happened, but he accepts it for what it is. Certainly, it isn't that he can't resent or hate another person, but he's been painted with far too much love to poison himself with such emotions. ]
Well, I can't imagine you dying.
[ It's a casual joke, but it is how he thinks Verso felt as well. She was always there even before he was born. A bedrock that he could rely and believe in. The two of them would go on adventures and learned how to navigate a Canvas without becoming enthralled. Aline's teachings. Renoir's warnings. But he probably felt they were able due to having each other. Would it make her happy to hear?
No. It wouldn't.
What he knows and what he knew are different.
And he nods along when she shares that same sentiment. It would not be him if he was remade. He isn't him, either.
He crosses his arms and rather than waste her time by asking if she's asking his opinion, he decides to take the question at face value. Clea, as he's come to know her, is someone who speaks in her absolutes. She doesn't ask questions unless she wants an answer, not because she wants to be humored. ]
No. It's not because she doesn't ... care as much, but his Canvas is gone. They'll be able to have the conversation that they couldn't. I think that will spare you some ... troubles.
[ With each pause, he tilts his head one way or the other; he presses his lips together in thought before continuing.
But his eyebrows lift when she comments on babysitting. His mouth forms into a little smile even as he closes his eyes and mutely chuckles at his hairstyle being a burden.
He opens his eyes and blinks at being told he wasn't a burden and is helpful. His smile twists to something far more sardonic. He sees the gift that he is given and doesn't get in the way of the sentiment. But he knows what he is. ]
The Gestrals are hairdressers and I am not good at keeping appointments, but -- [ He gestures to his hair. ] -- I think looks quite distinct and good. [ A smile. ] Could look worse, anyway. So, I may have to accept a low rating.