[Although they're watching the same ridiculous carnage, their thoughts unspool with slightly different emphasis. The bigger ones--yes, the bigger ones worry him, too, those powerful and mysterious spirits hiding in the deep forest. The green-eyed ones. The ones the Lighthouse Keeper either controls, or knows more about but refuses to say.
Inwardly, he shivers, unease spoiling the innocent tableau of spirits releasing lanterns onto the water and playfully chittering after their larger brethren. Overlayed is the reality he fears: potential enemies, all around, and this town so small and exposed. Literally and figuratively in the dark on all counts.
With those concerns still lingering in his periphery, Riku's repeated--and vague--invitation sparks irritation, coated in mystery so much like this entire enterprise has been from the beginning. He looks over with his lips pressed tight.]
What is it with people in this place and straight answers?
[Note that it's not a no, but the world at large needs to hear this. Are you listening, world? He hates guessing games.]
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Inwardly, he shivers, unease spoiling the innocent tableau of spirits releasing lanterns onto the water and playfully chittering after their larger brethren. Overlayed is the reality he fears: potential enemies, all around, and this town so small and exposed. Literally and figuratively in the dark on all counts.
With those concerns still lingering in his periphery, Riku's repeated--and vague--invitation sparks irritation, coated in mystery so much like this entire enterprise has been from the beginning. He looks over with his lips pressed tight.]
What is it with people in this place and straight answers?
[Note that it's not a no, but the world at large needs to hear this. Are you listening, world? He hates guessing games.]