[ He admits it easily enough. Pride hasn't ever really been one of his worst flaws; if it had been, Maelle would have sliced it out of him long ago with her teasing, well before she became an unimpressed teenager.
Besides, the boy is objectively correct: he's far from alright, even if whatever had brought him here had managed to fix him up just enough that he hadn't immediately collapsed upon waking up. Gustave doesn't move, aside from to lift his hand away from the wound at the middle left side of his torso. There's another, large and clean, that looks like it was struck directly through the middle of his chest. Both entry and exit wounds are neat, as if whatever speared through him cut as cleanly as a laser. ]
If you won't tell me about them, will you tell me why you're dressed that way?
[ Bright colors, a cape... a mask. He understands the importance of a uniform, but this looks more like a... costume, like something he remembers seeing in the old flyers advertising cirque productions. ]
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[ He admits it easily enough. Pride hasn't ever really been one of his worst flaws; if it had been, Maelle would have sliced it out of him long ago with her teasing, well before she became an unimpressed teenager.
Besides, the boy is objectively correct: he's far from alright, even if whatever had brought him here had managed to fix him up just enough that he hadn't immediately collapsed upon waking up. Gustave doesn't move, aside from to lift his hand away from the wound at the middle left side of his torso. There's another, large and clean, that looks like it was struck directly through the middle of his chest. Both entry and exit wounds are neat, as if whatever speared through him cut as cleanly as a laser. ]
If you won't tell me about them, will you tell me why you're dressed that way?
[ Bright colors, a cape... a mask. He understands the importance of a uniform, but this looks more like a... costume, like something he remembers seeing in the old flyers advertising cirque productions. ]