[That harsh bark of laughter winces Komaeda, briefly, but then his expression returns to that of serenity. He's not really the gloating type, or so he would claim, so turning the act of dying into a competition isn't really one he's interested in.]
Okay— [comes his one-worded reply, because he's not really sure what to say to that!
Lucius either couldn't die permanently before, or he's died enough times in Ryslig that maybe he has acquired a weird taste for it. Either way, Komaeda isn't really sure why this is something Lucius has decided to fixate on, but he figures it's better than having his wrist broken trying to fight him off.]
Were you wondering if I've died as many times as you? [He can't help himself from asking, as he turns to fully face Lucius where he stopped in his circling stride,] what would you do if I said I had?
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Okay— [comes his one-worded reply, because he's not really sure what to say to that!
Lucius either couldn't die permanently before, or he's died enough times in Ryslig that maybe he has acquired a weird taste for it. Either way, Komaeda isn't really sure why this is something Lucius has decided to fixate on, but he figures it's better than having his wrist broken trying to fight him off.]
Were you wondering if I've died as many times as you? [He can't help himself from asking, as he turns to fully face Lucius where he stopped in his circling stride,] what would you do if I said I had?