[ The word warbles from him, less a laugh than it is a wheeze. Again, some unseen hilarity in Komaeda's words wracks him, and not even the threat of that detonator in his hand is enough to keep Lucius from quaking from it, loud with laughter in the stagnant air of this room. ]
Oh, how little you know! [ He practically doubles over, and as a hand comes to his face, his claws dig into its scarified flesh. Incarnadine lines peel down the flushed pink of his skin, and his other hand lifts in a wordless gesture for Komaeda to hold still.
And then, suddenly, he rights himself. Suddenly, the laughter stops. Suddenly, he takes a bounding step forward, clearing the gap that has formed between themโnot to strike the charge from Komaeda's hand, but to throw his own wide, as though he could encompass the whole of the universe in that single gesture. His eyes stretch wide in his face, manic and gleaming. ]
No, no, no, you stupid boy โ you speak of things you can't possibly hope to understand. How long have you lived? A decade or two?
[ He laughs again. His feet carry him with dancing steps as he begins to circle around Komaedaโnot with the fluid, stalking steps of a predator, but in the tight spiral of a fanatic. ]
You're right about all that, but those things โ they're nothing more than a way to pass time. A hobby, if you will. No, if I have been made aimless... [ He inhales, deeply, and then he's looking up, toward a sky that isn't there. ] You may blame the creature that has brought me here, every bit against my will.
[ He drops his eyes back to Komaeda. His too-long licks across his grinning teeth, and then his voice drops to a poisonous hiss. ]
But I am not without purpose, and I never have been. I am not my shallow and simple-minded brothers. Were I nothing more than an empty vessel seeking to be filled with petty entertainments, I would have died more than ten-millennia ago. Instead, here I stand, Champion twice over and crowned with a name feared from one arm of the galaxy to the next.
[ Lost to the heady flavor of his own obsession, he leans close, until his golden eyes hover mere inches from those deep, pelagic pools. ]
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[ The word warbles from him, less a laugh than it is a wheeze. Again, some unseen hilarity in Komaeda's words wracks him, and not even the threat of that detonator in his hand is enough to keep Lucius from quaking from it, loud with laughter in the stagnant air of this room. ]
Oh, how little you know! [ He practically doubles over, and as a hand comes to his face, his claws dig into its scarified flesh. Incarnadine lines peel down the flushed pink of his skin, and his other hand lifts in a wordless gesture for Komaeda to hold still.
And then, suddenly, he rights himself. Suddenly, the laughter stops. Suddenly, he takes a bounding step forward, clearing the gap that has formed between themโnot to strike the charge from Komaeda's hand, but to throw his own wide, as though he could encompass the whole of the universe in that single gesture. His eyes stretch wide in his face, manic and gleaming. ]
No, no, no, you stupid boy โ you speak of things you can't possibly hope to understand. How long have you lived? A decade or two?
[ He laughs again. His feet carry him with dancing steps as he begins to circle around Komaedaโnot with the fluid, stalking steps of a predator, but in the tight spiral of a fanatic. ]
You're right about all that, but those things โ they're nothing more than a way to pass time. A hobby, if you will. No, if I have been made aimless... [ He inhales, deeply, and then he's looking up, toward a sky that isn't there. ] You may blame the creature that has brought me here, every bit against my will.
[ He drops his eyes back to Komaeda. His too-long licks across his grinning teeth, and then his voice drops to a poisonous hiss. ]
But I am not without purpose, and I never have been. I am not my shallow and simple-minded brothers. Were I nothing more than an empty vessel seeking to be filled with petty entertainments, I would have died more than ten-millennia ago. Instead, here I stand, Champion twice over and crowned with a name feared from one arm of the galaxy to the next.
[ Lost to the heady flavor of his own obsession, he leans close, until his golden eyes hover mere inches from those deep, pelagic pools. ]
Do you know why that is, little one?