[ Michel catches that look of surprise and glances aside again, doubt reigniting in him. Was that irresponsibly careless to say? He doesn't know Ganymede's field, or even his skill at dancing. All he knows is what he wants to be true from the impulse of a moment.
Impulsiveness... isn't like him anymore either. It's a strange in-between. He'd joined the beta for a new start and had found quickly that he was still so suffocatingly himself. Now, with these flickers of someone he doesn't recognize, he's all the more uncomfortable. ]
You thought you could avoid retaliation?
[ He almost smiles, and the expression must look ghastly with uncertainty and disuse. Just as well he hasn't looked up again. He watches the water swirling around his fingertips and gives it a little flick. ]
"Everything flows"...
[ He uses the French translation this time, although the game's autotranslate would have obfuscated his lilting and awkward Greek. ]
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Impulsiveness... isn't like him anymore either. It's a strange in-between. He'd joined the beta for a new start and had found quickly that he was still so suffocatingly himself. Now, with these flickers of someone he doesn't recognize, he's all the more uncomfortable. ]
You thought you could avoid retaliation?
[ He almost smiles, and the expression must look ghastly with uncertainty and disuse. Just as well he hasn't looked up again. He watches the water swirling around his fingertips and gives it a little flick. ]
"Everything flows"...
[ He uses the French translation this time, although the game's autotranslate would have obfuscated his lilting and awkward Greek. ]