[Fine. Great. Qubit sounds calm -- detached even. Carlisle recognizes that tone, having taken it himself loads of times when faced with criticisms like why would a twice-cursed be allowed to serve in the clergy and it's a shame your uncles aren't here, and you would know why, wouldn't you? He didn't always keep a level head, especially in private, but in front of his congregation, he manged to hold himself together. He got worse with age, the closer he got to death -- and to becoming a Revenant, he has realized in hindsight.
Unfortunately, he's never been very good at hiding his general anxiety, and while Qubit makes such reassuring statements as 'it's nothing' and 'no immediate danger,' the fact said statements were prefaced with him snapping says otherwise. He thinks to ask if Qubit is okay, but figures he'll open his eyes and take a look for himself, first.
He can't figure out why it's hot, but apparently it is, as Qubit is visibly sweating -- or maybe he's sweating because there are skeletons everywhere. And not just skeletons! There are colorful pictures and scrawlings, akin to the kind children would make. And toys, like those children would play with. And books that are clearly not for adult readers, but more like something—
Those are child skeletons. Carlisle would be more appalled if he weren't so utterly dumbfounded at the fact that he, a man who uncontrollably animates skeletons and came here to complain to Qubit about how he animated some skeletons, has been spirited away to a room with skeletons.]
You have got to be joking.
[Nope, not a joke. He seems equal parts horrified and angry.]
Desth, why?! Why here, why now, why skeletons?!
[He whirls to face Qubit, furious, gesturing to the skeletons strewn about the room.]
Does this look like nothing to you, Mister Qubit?
[Obviously not, or he wouldn't have snapped, but Carlisle needs a second to mitigate his own disgust before he can focus on Qubit's initial reaction.]
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Unfortunately, he's never been very good at hiding his general anxiety, and while Qubit makes such reassuring statements as 'it's nothing' and 'no immediate danger,' the fact said statements were prefaced with him snapping says otherwise. He thinks to ask if Qubit is okay, but figures he'll open his eyes and take a look for himself, first.
He can't figure out why it's hot, but apparently it is, as Qubit is visibly sweating -- or maybe he's sweating because there are skeletons everywhere. And not just skeletons! There are colorful pictures and scrawlings, akin to the kind children would make. And toys, like those children would play with. And books that are clearly not for adult readers, but more like something—
Those are child skeletons. Carlisle would be more appalled if he weren't so utterly dumbfounded at the fact that he, a man who uncontrollably animates skeletons and came here to complain to Qubit about how he animated some skeletons, has been spirited away to a room with skeletons.]
You have got to be joking.
[Nope, not a joke. He seems equal parts horrified and angry.]
Desth, why?! Why here, why now, why skeletons?!
[He whirls to face Qubit, furious, gesturing to the skeletons strewn about the room.]
Does this look like nothing to you, Mister Qubit?
[Obviously not, or he wouldn't have snapped, but Carlisle needs a second to mitigate his own disgust before he can focus on Qubit's initial reaction.]