[He didn't even move with the bump from her, and his hands remained steady as he peeled the poles of his potato before setting it with the others and began to peel the last one. Normally he didn't use knives like this, but he had gotten quite versatile since he had arrived in this place.]
Ah yes, because none of your little past experimental projects have gone awry, have they?
[He hummed in agreement. It shouldn't have mattered the sacrifice that was needed to force Zaun into it's own light, to exist outside of the shadow of Piltover's iron fist. At least he had thought that way for much of his life. Then he realized there were limits to a dream, and he paid the ultimate price for it. He hadn't allowed himself to acknowledge how he and Vander had stumbled over the same thing, another parallel to their lives.]
Their opinion on our activities is based on their own bias. Perhaps they would take Piltover's side and remain the chains around our necks.
[He paused at the pole of his potato at her attempt at casualness. He knew her well enough to know that tactic, and his blue eye skated over to watch her from the corner for a few seconds.]
Or you could tell me while we make dinner. Is there such a difference?
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Date: 2023-10-24 01:19 pm (UTC)[He didn't even move with the bump from her, and his hands remained steady as he peeled the poles of his potato before setting it with the others and began to peel the last one. Normally he didn't use knives like this, but he had gotten quite versatile since he had arrived in this place.]
Ah yes, because none of your little past experimental projects have gone awry, have they?
[He hummed in agreement. It shouldn't have mattered the sacrifice that was needed to force Zaun into it's own light, to exist outside of the shadow of Piltover's iron fist. At least he had thought that way for much of his life. Then he realized there were limits to a dream, and he paid the ultimate price for it. He hadn't allowed himself to acknowledge how he and Vander had stumbled over the same thing, another parallel to their lives.]
Their opinion on our activities is based on their own bias. Perhaps they would take Piltover's side and remain the chains around our necks.
[He paused at the pole of his potato at her attempt at casualness. He knew her well enough to know that tactic, and his blue eye skated over to watch her from the corner for a few seconds.]
Or you could tell me while we make dinner. Is there such a difference?