Hm...neither of them are mine, but I think the blanket got returned already, so don't worry about that! The figurine still need to go back to its rightful owner though.
We're all really different, you're right, but...some of us just know how to talk to each other better than the others. Wrath knows how to talk to Despair, Despair deals with Gluttony, and I can talk to Pride. Wrath knows how to control Greed, too, and Envy listens to me and Wrath a lot. And Sloth's just easy to get along with period.
[For a minute, there's a look on his face like he's debating saying something that he knows will get him in trouble. He manages to push it back, though--instead just tilting his head slightly.]
Kind of like how I can control Pride. [so it's just phrasing.] They're both really hard to talk to on a good day, but if you know the right things to say you can get them to agree to things.
Yeah! Well, I dunno if Envy's been stabbed since then but they seem to be staying out of each other's way for now. And besides, you saw it yourself. He came back just fine.
...it's kind of interesting to think about. There are a few different legends where I'm from about it, like the one about this shrine I like to visit sometimes. The old texts say that one day, a man sent one of his followers on an urgent quest to find a mysterious magical fruit. It was a fruit that would grant you immortality if you ate it. The journey took forever, but by the time the fruit was located the man who had requested it had died. The follower mourned for the loss of his idol, and he gave half of the fruit to the man's wife instead while leaving the other half on his idol's grave. After that? He died.
But they say that the fruit is still in the shrine. It's a shrine to the gods, so I guess it makes sense. I've always wondered about it though.
[Well, his very first thought is "Zhongli wouldn't have eaten it, he's too picky even when I'm not around to buy his meals for him" but he's not about to get into that, so.]
[...Hm. He carefully sets the cup down, leaning back in his chair.
First, because it's relevant--]
How much do you know about my abilities?
["Truthfully, please," he doesn't say, because he figures that his feelings on all this are well-established by now. The more truthful an answer seems, the more likely he is to at least try and believe it, though he'll never promise his full trust. But this, in a way, is how he shows trust--by not pretending to be any less on-guard than he truly is.]
I know enough to kind of understand them, but probably not as much as you think. How much do I need to know to understand what you're about to tell me?
...Apart from my Vision, I have two other forms of power.
[It's not something he's made public, which is precisely why he's so willing to spar and demonstrate his Vision abilities in the simulation room. The memory nonsense was difficult to deal with, but Childe is ready, at all times, for the truth to come out about him. To work with the same level of distrust and vitriol he encounters back in Teyvat--it would have been inconvenient to lose what he's built up, but nothing he's not used to.
People seeing his big villain speech about unleashing an ancient god to destroy a city? Meh. People seeing his secret Triple-Layered Consommé of powers? NYET.]
But my Vision is the only one that I can use without consequence. My Delusion, like any other, has a chance of backfiring and killing me at any time. And my Foul Legacy Transformation [(pictured: me sitting on my hands about localizations)] takes an enormous toll on my body every time I use it. Back home, I'm more likely to die from either of them than I am to be defeated by another.
[It sounds arrogant, and perhaps it is. But he doesn't seem like he's trying to brag about his strength. This is just the relevant viewpoint he's working with, the perspective of a man who brushes against death all the time--and not only his enemies'.]
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You could always take it to them and ask?
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But he just nods, giving his hand a slight tug. If he can have it back, he'll get some tea steeping for both of them.]
I will, if the Marquis hasn't done so already.
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Sure. The owner will probably appreciate it even if they won't say so.
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Something tells me it really is you, holding this whole group together.
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What makes you say that?
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[Pride literally killed Envy last week]
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Control Greed? What do you mean?
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Speaking of Pride--Envy's fully recovered, yes? No further incidents?
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[He looks so wistful... imagine how great fights would be if you could just pop back to life at the end of them... (no)]
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Trust me, I know.
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But they say that the fruit is still in the shrine. It's a shrine to the gods, so I guess it makes sense. I've always wondered about it though.
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What happened to the wife?
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He's quiet for a little while, taking a drink of his tea. His face is unreadable, and his eyes are, as always, lacking the light of life.]
That's a complicated question for someone like me.
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First, because it's relevant--]
How much do you know about my abilities?
["Truthfully, please," he doesn't say, because he figures that his feelings on all this are well-established by now. The more truthful an answer seems, the more likely he is to at least try and believe it, though he'll never promise his full trust. But this, in a way, is how he shows trust--by not pretending to be any less on-guard than he truly is.]
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[It's not something he's made public, which is precisely why he's so willing to spar and demonstrate his Vision abilities in the simulation room. The memory nonsense was difficult to deal with, but Childe is ready, at all times, for the truth to come out about him. To work with the same level of distrust and vitriol he encounters back in Teyvat--it would have been inconvenient to lose what he's built up, but nothing he's not used to.
People seeing his big villain speech about unleashing an ancient god to destroy a city? Meh. People seeing his secret Triple-Layered Consommé of powers? NYET.]
But my Vision is the only one that I can use without consequence. My Delusion, like any other, has a chance of backfiring and killing me at any time. And my Foul Legacy Transformation [(pictured: me sitting on my hands about localizations)] takes an enormous toll on my body every time I use it. Back home, I'm more likely to die from either of them than I am to be defeated by another.
[It sounds arrogant, and perhaps it is. But he doesn't seem like he's trying to brag about his strength. This is just the relevant viewpoint he's working with, the perspective of a man who brushes against death all the time--and not only his enemies'.]
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But you keep using them anyway. Why?
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