[ Stop reminding him? The nightmares were wretched and incessant, but that preoccupation is nothing new. Plenty of horrible dreams followed him out of the Abyss; some nights he can't sleep, and on other occasions, he'll startle awake with a sore and rasping throat, gone hoarse from all of the screaming.
It bears no mentioning. That Tartaglia brought the subject up at all probably merits discussion on his tolerance for pain and mental anguish as a mortal, which is slightly higher than average and yet not so spectacular that he can brush off three months in the paradise of monsters and not come out of it all irrevocably warped. Handed a suspicious bag of chocolates, he plucks one out, popping it into his mouth. Why not eat one? He Xuan offered. Sometimes trust can go that far. ]
... Oh, thanks.
[ This one was dark chocolate. It's melting into sweet acridity on his tongue as he swallows. No ill or adverse effects to be seen as of yet. ]
There's a name I wasn't expecting to hear. You know Diluc? How long? [ An enemy of an enemy is surely his friend, though there's no dissuading the fact that the two of them might get along amicably. ] Hope that guy didn't give you a hard time. I'll be the first to admit that he isn't fond of me.
[ His grasp on the situation isn't so shallow and surface-level that Tartaglia remains unaware of the notion that he's difficult to like, or that most people really just ought to flee his sight over giving him the time of day. Approaching the frontmost part of the ship where the glimmering oblivion of the sea can be glimpsed, he sticks his hands out on the railing again. ]
Don't go getting any strange ideas! I have every intent of keeping the bargain I struck with him. Anything he does outside of that is nothing I can't handle.
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It bears no mentioning. That Tartaglia brought the subject up at all probably merits discussion on his tolerance for pain and mental anguish as a mortal, which is slightly higher than average and yet not so spectacular that he can brush off three months in the paradise of monsters and not come out of it all irrevocably warped. Handed a suspicious bag of chocolates, he plucks one out, popping it into his mouth. Why not eat one? He Xuan offered. Sometimes trust can go that far. ]
... Oh, thanks.
[ This one was dark chocolate. It's melting into sweet acridity on his tongue as he swallows. No ill or adverse effects to be seen as of yet. ]
There's a name I wasn't expecting to hear. You know Diluc? How long? [ An enemy of an enemy is surely his friend, though there's no dissuading the fact that the two of them might get along amicably. ] Hope that guy didn't give you a hard time. I'll be the first to admit that he isn't fond of me.
[ His grasp on the situation isn't so shallow and surface-level that Tartaglia remains unaware of the notion that he's difficult to like, or that most people really just ought to flee his sight over giving him the time of day. Approaching the frontmost part of the ship where the glimmering oblivion of the sea can be glimpsed, he sticks his hands out on the railing again. ]
Don't go getting any strange ideas! I have every intent of keeping the bargain I struck with him. Anything he does outside of that is nothing I can't handle.