[ Should he be swearing so much around Link? He consoles himself by saying that he isn't saying his usual vulgar nonsense so the teenager gets to hear his swearing -- as a gift. ]
Hm. Your Goddess, again.
[ Nero lets out a single sigh. He's already told Link what he thinks of his Goddess; she's a nasty bitch that has a mean streak in her. Bringing back a teenager that died terribly? Making him keep pushing forward? It's real Psychotic Bitch(tm) hours in Link's world, it seems, and it's sad that his little cousin doesn't see it.
But, well, the humans of his world believed the Gods loved them, too. ]
Neat. [ His tone says he does not think it's neat so much as cruel.
But he doesn't feel righteous about what he believes he knows. He merely feels a warm sense of being right. Even another world, another universe, another place, everything really is shitty everywhere. Everything really is just breaking and falling apart everywhere.
He turns away from Link; his head drops; he presses his hand against his face. His expression is shadowed and solemn. Again, he shifts so his back is to the teenager, as he takes in his revelations.
By the Gods, he fucking loves it.
His face twists into a wide, insanely happy smile. It'll take him a second to compose himself. Sorry. ]
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[ Should he be swearing so much around Link? He consoles himself by saying that he isn't saying his usual vulgar nonsense so the teenager gets to hear his swearing -- as a gift. ]
Hm. Your Goddess, again.
[ Nero lets out a single sigh. He's already told Link what he thinks of his Goddess; she's a nasty bitch that has a mean streak in her. Bringing back a teenager that died terribly? Making him keep pushing forward? It's real Psychotic Bitch(tm) hours in Link's world, it seems, and it's sad that his little cousin doesn't see it.
But, well, the humans of his world believed the Gods loved them, too. ]
Neat. [ His tone says he does not think it's neat so much as cruel.
But he doesn't feel righteous about what he believes he knows. He merely feels a warm sense of being right. Even another world, another universe, another place, everything really is shitty everywhere. Everything really is just breaking and falling apart everywhere.
He turns away from Link; his head drops; he presses his hand against his face. His expression is shadowed and solemn. Again, he shifts so his back is to the teenager, as he takes in his revelations.
By the Gods, he fucking loves it.
His face twists into a wide, insanely happy smile. It'll take him a second to compose himself. Sorry. ]