Ah, [ is a flippant sound, and Verso shrugs his shoulders. ] It's... ancient history.
[ Like he doesn't spend every day feeling like he's missing a limb. Clea and Alicia are so integral to who he is; life without them feels like playing the piano with one hand, the melody lonely. ]
You two just remind me of the past, that's all.
[ He can make out the faint sounds of feminine voices in the distance, the rustle of footfalls on leaves. Verso reaches over, pats Gustave cordially on the shoulder—gently, so that he doesn't jostle anything sensitive. ]
But there'll be plenty of time to impress you with my tragic backstory later. I'll go help the girls with your poultice.
[ Gustave would know: he studied it for years in preparation for this mission.
It's obvious that Verso isn't comfortable with this particular conversation, though, and he shakes his head, waving his fingers absently. He'll need to repair his arm eventually, maybe do some tweaks to make it work better, but that's something for another time... When he feels more like himself.
He doesn't feel like himself right now.
Humming softly, he sinks back into his position, sliding down the wood. ]
[ Wow, Gustave really must be nice, because only someone really nice or really insane would thank Verso for this awkward, inexplicably tense conversation. Maybe Gustave simply thinks he's socially inept and has decided to take pity on him.
He shrugs. ] Ah, it was nothing. I just wanted to spare you from being Esquie's captive audience.
[ Although, honestly, one has to imagine talking to Esquie would have been more pleasant.
Still, he shoots Gustave a not-unfriendly glance. It would be reasonable to assume that the conversation has made Verso warm to him, at least. ]
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[ Like he doesn't spend every day feeling like he's missing a limb. Clea and Alicia are so integral to who he is; life without them feels like playing the piano with one hand, the melody lonely. ]
You two just remind me of the past, that's all.
[ He can make out the faint sounds of feminine voices in the distance, the rustle of footfalls on leaves. Verso reaches over, pats Gustave cordially on the shoulder—gently, so that he doesn't jostle anything sensitive. ]
But there'll be plenty of time to impress you with my tragic backstory later. I'll go help the girls with your poultice.
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[ Gustave would know: he studied it for years in preparation for this mission.
It's obvious that Verso isn't comfortable with this particular conversation, though, and he shakes his head, waving his fingers absently. He'll need to repair his arm eventually, maybe do some tweaks to make it work better, but that's something for another time... When he feels more like himself.
He doesn't feel like himself right now.
Humming softly, he sinks back into his position, sliding down the wood. ]
Thanks for talking to me, Verso.
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He shrugs. ] Ah, it was nothing. I just wanted to spare you from being Esquie's captive audience.
[ Although, honestly, one has to imagine talking to Esquie would have been more pleasant.
Still, he shoots Gustave a not-unfriendly glance. It would be reasonable to assume that the conversation has made Verso warm to him, at least. ]
Bon rétablissement, my friend.