[ Nothing to say to any of that. Instead, Tartaglia's struggling under this dry throat and the accusation that comes out so inflammatory and warped. ]
Even back then, I wondered... how you came to attain this power. I should have known. Nothing comes without a price. Of course it cost you dearly.
[ And there's the frustration, caustic and gouging like it's been cut out of him. Tartaglia wears his fury so badly, but he doesn't give much of a damn how he looks now, minding company with this emotion. Strange how his voice sounds, pitching so oddly, like he's been struck full across the face and now he's trying to talk around all of the hurt welling up inside of him. ]
Losing one's humanity... what a farce you asked me. You're no longer alive.
[ Maybe that's the worst thing, more than his carelessness or omissions of truth from a dead man, but the horrible feeling that it's all gone awry. He has plenty secrets of his own, but this is the one that sets his blood to boiling. ]
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Even back then, I wondered... how you came to attain this power. I should have known. Nothing comes without a price. Of course it cost you dearly.
[ And there's the frustration, caustic and gouging like it's been cut out of him. Tartaglia wears his fury so badly, but he doesn't give much of a damn how he looks now, minding company with this emotion. Strange how his voice sounds, pitching so oddly, like he's been struck full across the face and now he's trying to talk around all of the hurt welling up inside of him. ]
Losing one's humanity... what a farce you asked me. You're no longer alive.
[ Maybe that's the worst thing, more than his carelessness or omissions of truth from a dead man, but the horrible feeling that it's all gone awry. He has plenty secrets of his own, but this is the one that sets his blood to boiling. ]
Why didn't you say anything?