Happy Life
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- Damn psychics... - Ucon said through pale lips. - Don't regret your decision – I'm not the only one here. Although, when have you ever cared about anyone but yourselves?
- "Protector."
Throwing an equally repulsive glance at his sword – for his cowardice, which wasn't the first time, and his leniency towards the offenders of his servant, no matter how insignificant the offense might be in their eyes – he walks away in an unknown direction, not deigning to spit on the "throne," nor mutter a curse through his teeth, nor even glance at it – as if to express his frustration in the way one should in such moments.
- Hmm... That was very unprofessional, - said Chernika, lying on one of the Tower's rocks, out of sight, with her hands behind her head and staring at the ceiling. - And I'm not just talking about now, but in general. He pretends to be all tough, but lately he's been getting really bad – and I can see it clearly, more than anyone else.
Turning on her side and putting her hand under her head, she expresses a disapproving facial emotion to the "demon" and her "master."
- If you wanted to get a reaction out of him, you should have approached it more subtly. That last thing – you know what I'm talking about – was completely unnecessary. It's like breaking a camel's back with a straw. He's not the type to cause trouble in the outside world out of revenge or spite – in his normal state – but now... I can't say. I've never seen him like this before. What would it have cost you to make one small gesture and resolve the issue – would it have taken much effort? You're supposed to be a warrior, aren't you? Why did you get so stubborn over nothing? Where's your solidarity? - Chernika sighed and shook her head. - Sometimes I think I understand you guys, and then it turns out I don't understand at all. If you're a guy, that is. And you are a guy, by the way? You can't tell just by looking.
She jumps down to the surface of the location, looks at Ona for a while, tilting her head, then takes out a cross, points it at her, and mutters some prayers from those infamous books.
- Do you feel uncomfortable? Or something? - she sighs again and puts the cross away. - Listen, if you are who you say you are – although I must say, his theory appeals to me, it's interesting and explains a lot – then here's my advice: try to finish what you started, as quickly as possible, if you can. Who knows how the situation will turn out in the very near future, given the state you and your bodyguard left things in.
- "Protector."
Throwing an equally repulsive glance at his sword – for his cowardice, which wasn't the first time, and his leniency towards the offenders of his servant, no matter how insignificant the offense might be in their eyes – he walks away in an unknown direction, not deigning to spit on the "throne," nor mutter a curse through his teeth, nor even glance at it – as if to express his frustration in the way one should in such moments.
- Hmm... That was very unprofessional, - said Chernika, lying on one of the Tower's rocks, out of sight, with her hands behind her head and staring at the ceiling. - And I'm not just talking about now, but in general. He pretends to be all tough, but lately he's been getting really bad – and I can see it clearly, more than anyone else.
Turning on her side and putting her hand under her head, she expresses a disapproving facial emotion to the "demon" and her "master."
- If you wanted to get a reaction out of him, you should have approached it more subtly. That last thing – you know what I'm talking about – was completely unnecessary. It's like breaking a camel's back with a straw. He's not the type to cause trouble in the outside world out of revenge or spite – in his normal state – but now... I can't say. I've never seen him like this before. What would it have cost you to make one small gesture and resolve the issue – would it have taken much effort? You're supposed to be a warrior, aren't you? Why did you get so stubborn over nothing? Where's your solidarity? - Chernika sighed and shook her head. - Sometimes I think I understand you guys, and then it turns out I don't understand at all. If you're a guy, that is. And you are a guy, by the way? You can't tell just by looking.
She jumps down to the surface of the location, looks at Ona for a while, tilting her head, then takes out a cross, points it at her, and mutters some prayers from those infamous books.
- Do you feel uncomfortable? Or something? - she sighs again and puts the cross away. - Listen, if you are who you say you are – although I must say, his theory appeals to me, it's interesting and explains a lot – then here's my advice: try to finish what you started, as quickly as possible, if you can. Who knows how the situation will turn out in the very near future, given the state you and your bodyguard left things in.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
