#ren b ls dsgjnkds you're gonna get grilled about your brains instead before you get juice

[abysshearted]

every undertone that was laced in was a whirlwind of conflict to the ears, though none need to hear this inferring of the wanderer's emotions. those cards he shall keep close to his chest, no matter how truthful or incorrect they are, it is still something to fall back to in the future to gain any different insight. right now, however, this is not their topic of discussion. future interactions are that, the future, right now, their shared lack of respect and adoration for archons was.

which leads him to the new issue, the spotlight on him. how many lies can he whirl in with truths to make it seem genuine enough that he didn't twist anything. a deep breath, this is going to be a ride and a half, letting the signature smirk take a hold and charm ooze out.

"we did. i won't dishonour our agreement." he agrees. "before i begin my story, i suppose a question on your knowledge of history. i promise, this will make sense soon. so, my dear wanderer, what do you know about the history of khaenri'ah?"

❝  no  kidding.  ❞  and  though  BITTERNESS  may  bleed  from  every  syllable,  there's  an  undercurrent  of  grim  amusement  —  as  if  part  of  him  truly  does  delight  in  hearing  the  deduction  (  the  criticism  )  spill  from  lips  other  than  his  own.  to  be  entirely  honest,  he  doesn't  HATE  his  creator  —  although,  there  are  times  where  the  wanderer  so  fervently  wishes  that  were  the  case.  hatred  is  easy,  after  all.  it's  simple  —  a  wildfire  than  burns  away  everything  unfortunate  enough  to  stumble  into  its  path.  more  than  anything  else,  he  merely  craves  her  acknowledgement ...  yet  it  seems  even  than  simple  wish  is  too  much  for  his  creator  to  entertain.  or  rather,  it  was  —  he's  no  doubt  his  own  actions  have  rendered  it  IMPOSSIBLE  by  now.

❝  i'm  sure  i  would  be  branded  a  liar  and  a  heretic  if  i  spoke  a  word  of  this  to  anyone  else.  ❞   perhaps  he's  EXAGGERATING  a  touch  —  but  it  certainly  feels  that  way.  there's  a  particular  sort  of  isolation  that  comes  with  being  the  only  voice  in  a  crowd  not  shouting  their  adoration.

❝  anyway ...  that's  as much  ABOUT  ME as i can stomach.  ❞  venting aside, he  is  one  of  his  own least  favorite  subjects.  ❝  we  had  a  deal,  didn't  we?  what's  your  story?  ❞