[ She recites that— whatever it is. Inscription, direction, instruction, warning, whatever. He can't help but snort out a laugh of his own. ]
Cryptic bullshit.
[ He says it with a thread of humor he doesn't feel.
He wonders, what is it about mysterious artifacts and their equally enigmatic keepers, anyway? Why can't they just say what they frickin' mean? "You gotta chuck someone off this magic cliff if you want this special rock."
He takes a breath, before forcing himself to drop his hands to his sides. He still can't quite bring himself to face her directly, though, which is why he's still staring intently at the orderly displays beside him ]
You were helping your sister. No one can blame you for that.
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Cryptic bullshit.
[ He says it with a thread of humor he doesn't feel.
He wonders, what is it about mysterious artifacts and their equally enigmatic keepers, anyway? Why can't they just say what they frickin' mean? "You gotta chuck someone off this magic cliff if you want this special rock."
He takes a breath, before forcing himself to drop his hands to his sides. He still can't quite bring himself to face her directly, though, which is why he's still staring intently at the orderly displays beside him ]
You were helping your sister. No one can blame you for that.