Aha. So you were playing around. How long were you planning to hold out on me?
[ Insult to injury, although Tartaglia didn't ask and doesn't elaborate, the subtext left out in the cold: he'd go longer, if only he was at full strength. So they're both at a loss. Trekking back down the long and winding path leading back to town, he shrugs off the offer to be healed: ]
I wanted to see if you were good for a fight. [ Self-assured, to the point of contentment: ] Now, I know. You couldn't bear to look away.
[ Turning his back is some kind of unveiled threat; Tartaglia isn't afraid of repercussions, doesn't know enough of fear to succumb to it. Is Mira going to come along, or just stand there? ]
Lost something important, have you? [ Obvious enough, given the bewilderment on their face. Tartaglia prefers his opponents formidable and beyond his own scope. ] Get it back and come at me again. I'll gladly welcome you with open arms.
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[ Insult to injury, although Tartaglia didn't ask and doesn't elaborate, the subtext left out in the cold: he'd go longer, if only he was at full strength. So they're both at a loss. Trekking back down the long and winding path leading back to town, he shrugs off the offer to be healed: ]
I wanted to see if you were good for a fight. [ Self-assured, to the point of contentment: ] Now, I know. You couldn't bear to look away.
[ Turning his back is some kind of unveiled threat; Tartaglia isn't afraid of repercussions, doesn't know enough of fear to succumb to it. Is Mira going to come along, or just stand there? ]
Lost something important, have you? [ Obvious enough, given the bewilderment on their face. Tartaglia prefers his opponents formidable and beyond his own scope. ] Get it back and come at me again. I'll gladly welcome you with open arms.