[ he isn't rex lapis or at least he hasn't been for weeks now, weeks that would basically be a completely new life for him. but he'd still approach life and information with the same methodical, rather meticulous problem-solving methods that rex lapis would; probably not with the same subtlety and subterfuge, at least not yet. at the moment when childe is his strongest source of information and apparently his former self's associate, friend, somewhat-enemy at least in being a target of theft and contrivance--he strangely feels like that he could be candid with him. maybe paradoxically in contrast to how secretive he'd been with childe, one life ago.
and he has enough good will towards childe now to consider that he should actually try to make things up to him, now that they've reached a bit more of an understanding. oh, some things might not go forgiven, like that little touch of tentacle. but even if he doesn't preside over contracts, he has the sense of wanting things to be balanced and favors paid. childe has been a nuisance in quite a few respects but helpful in quite a lot of others, so maybe he could think of some way to compense him, never mind that he has absolutely no mora--
childe's suggestion pierces through his musing. he blinks, gives him a curious sidewards look, because his first thought is, ] On my knees?
Should I prostrate myself before you? Do you think I would? [ needless to say, from the look on his face, what a disagreeable idea that is... apparently he has some amount of pride. it might be long-lost pride from a god over an ancient massive nation even if that god is now apparently dead. a frown further as he studies childe's expression and rethinks his words more fully--
he might be an amnesiac but he might not be a complete ignorant, it dimly occurs to him childe might mean a different form of prostration. he considers this, then disregards it. ]
How drunk are you? [ it must be that childe has had too much of that firewater and might be a lonely drunk. and he really needs to sleep it off. ]
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and he has enough good will towards childe now to consider that he should actually try to make things up to him, now that they've reached a bit more of an understanding. oh, some things might not go forgiven, like that little touch of tentacle. but even if he doesn't preside over contracts, he has the sense of wanting things to be balanced and favors paid. childe has been a nuisance in quite a few respects but helpful in quite a lot of others, so maybe he could think of some way to compense him, never mind that he has absolutely no mora--
childe's suggestion pierces through his musing. he blinks, gives him a curious sidewards look, because his first thought is, ] On my knees?
Should I prostrate myself before you? Do you think I would? [ needless to say, from the look on his face, what a disagreeable idea that is... apparently he has some amount of pride. it might be long-lost pride from a god over an ancient massive nation even if that god is now apparently dead. a frown further as he studies childe's expression and rethinks his words more fully--
he might be an amnesiac but he might not be a complete ignorant, it dimly occurs to him childe might mean a different form of prostration. he considers this, then disregards it. ]
How drunk are you? [ it must be that childe has had too much of that firewater and might be a lonely drunk. and he really needs to sleep it off. ]