[ A bit of the tension does drain from his shoulders. Midnight nods, sighing in relief. Good.
Never terribly intentional, huh. Midnight looks at Olivine askance, thinks of his own behavior on the landship. Thinks of his own behavior here, really. When was the last time he'd had a proper meal, anyway...? ]
I often wonder what having that sort of passion for one's duties is like. It's something to admire... So long as you weren't giving your loved ones too much grief, that is.
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Never terribly intentional, huh. Midnight looks at Olivine askance, thinks of his own behavior on the landship. Thinks of his own behavior here, really. When was the last time he'd had a proper meal, anyway...? ]
I often wonder what having that sort of passion for one's duties is like. It's something to admire... So long as you weren't giving your loved ones too much grief, that is.
[ Projecting? No. Never. Of course not. ]