In a way, it feels somewhat like a mutual exposure. Now that he isn't alone here anymore, Ren's acutely, uncomfortably, aware of the vulnerability inherent in interacting with this program.
Now, he knows that the armored man finds some relief in flames. (Though it begs the question: Is it the warmth, or the power of it?) And now, too, the man may realize that whatever conflict Ren feels, it runs in so many directions that even the AI can't make sense of it.
He holds the man's gaze for a few beats, until his eyes flicker down, briefly, to note the mask. Whoever he is, the man's got the bearing of a soldier, but the state of his armor better suggests a mercenary.
"It isn't." Casting a quick look around, he adds: "This room holds nothing for me."
Meant in the because I'm way too sure of myself to need it kind of way, with a side of so I'll leave you to it. Because that's totally convincing when you've got a tendency to wear your every emotion on your face.
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Now, he knows that the armored man finds some relief in flames. (Though it begs the question: Is it the warmth, or the power of it?) And now, too, the man may realize that whatever conflict Ren feels, it runs in so many directions that even the AI can't make sense of it.
He holds the man's gaze for a few beats, until his eyes flicker down, briefly, to note the mask. Whoever he is, the man's got the bearing of a soldier, but the state of his armor better suggests a mercenary.
"It isn't." Casting a quick look around, he adds: "This room holds nothing for me."
Meant in the because I'm way too sure of myself to need it kind of way, with a side of so I'll leave you to it. Because that's totally convincing when you've got a tendency to wear your every emotion on your face.