Other than the knowledge Istredd specifically gleamed on his trip to its physical location, Lucifer doesn't particularly care about what random potentially true fact he drops about the Singularity. Even he doesn't trust it as fact; nothing is fact even when proven, but he'll at least acknowledge Istredd with a hum.
It's neither agreement nor denial.
They should be reminded sometimes the dangers of their big dumb rock that they maybe worship and/or hopefully respect.
His second hum of acknowledgement is for the illusion, a sort of good idea implied.
He takes the pouch and holds it open towards her so that she can see the contents if hearing the weight of the jingle wasn't enough.
"Nothing we give will make up for the loss of your husband," he says as he hands over the pouch after she accepts the log.
It's when they're both in her grasp some of her expression cracks away to gratitude, like she had expected that despite their words they'd really just come up with nothing. That it was Just Words.
"I didn't stop thinking about getting here. But I hope this helps. He'd talked about you, before..." Before he died and by talked about... WELL.
I never liked the whole 'Your Loved One's Name Here' is looking over you. Other than it being... wrong, it seems needlessly cruel to think they can't just pass on.
Which is a bit of his way of saying 'I should say something flowery here' but 'I think it's dumb and I have my limits' but they probably need some kind of parting statement.
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It's neither agreement nor denial.
They should be reminded sometimes the dangers of their big
dumbrock that they maybe worship and/or hopefully respect.His second hum of acknowledgement is for the illusion, a sort of good idea implied.
He takes the pouch and holds it open towards her so that she can see the contents if hearing the weight of the jingle wasn't enough.
"Nothing we give will make up for the loss of your husband," he says as he hands over the pouch after she accepts the log.
It's when they're both in her grasp some of her expression cracks away to gratitude, like she had expected that despite their words they'd really just come up with nothing. That it was Just Words.
"I didn't stop thinking about getting here. But I hope this helps. He'd talked about you, before..." Before he died and by talked about... WELL.
I never liked the whole 'Your Loved One's Name Here' is looking over you. Other than it being... wrong, it seems needlessly cruel to think they can't just pass on.
Which is a bit of his way of saying 'I should say something flowery here' but 'I think it's dumb and I have my limits' but they probably need some kind of parting statement.