[ rin settles into openness, with that set of shoulders and palms swept behind and heine hates to think that the posture helps in lessening the impact of the conversation.
informality opposed to apparent caution; it would have, after a fashion, been easier if rin had not had an unbearable streak of bulldog tenacity, the sort that kept him lingering and coming back and questioning instead of running or washing his hands clean of monsters. granted, this offer was made by heine, but it can't be said that rin was free of pressuring him either, though the execution was far more insidious; flowers beneath his feet.
still, he thinks of how easy it would have been to ignore. how simple; spurred by the desire to revert back to doing nothing but instead this feels like meeting the other halfway. a big step for someone still learning the ideas of mutual friendship. or the ideas of friendship, at all. of recognizing the potential in one, and accepting someone's (unnecessary) concern.
well, here goes. ] Right. There's a third level. It's called the Below.
Heart and center for all genetic experimentation. Lead by an old hag - ah, Angelika Einsturzen - [ the name is more spat than spoken, but he moves on. ] - I was, amongst many, part of a genetically engineered super-soldier project. Rammsteiner series.
First thing I remember was waking up with a big collar around my neck and a white room with others exactly like me - [ a carelessly distant look tossed his companion's way. this might be the most talktative you'll be able to get him, really. the twisting smirk is anything but kind. ] - that was also the first time I met "mother". And the first lesson. First time I saw and felt just what the Spine could do. [ although, the only time he had ever snapped into berserk was after being introduced to the dog, the spine's enhancements were caught on quick, after all. ]
Hmm - guess I'll have to tell you more about the Spine itself, huh. I don't really know all the details about it, though. [ his pause is slight, more a break against a dry throat, but he takes it nonetheless. ]
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informality opposed to apparent caution; it would have, after a fashion, been easier if rin had not had an unbearable streak of bulldog tenacity, the sort that kept him lingering and coming back and questioning instead of running or washing his hands clean of monsters. granted, this offer was made by heine, but it can't be said that rin was free of pressuring him either, though the execution was far more insidious; flowers beneath his feet.
still, he thinks of how easy it would have been to ignore. how simple; spurred by the desire to revert back to doing nothing but instead this feels like meeting the other halfway. a big step for someone still learning the ideas of mutual friendship. or the ideas of friendship, at all. of recognizing the potential in one, and accepting someone's (unnecessary) concern.
well, here goes. ] Right. There's a third level. It's called the Below.
Heart and center for all genetic experimentation. Lead by an old hag - ah, Angelika Einsturzen - [ the name is more spat than spoken, but he moves on. ] - I was, amongst many, part of a genetically engineered super-soldier project. Rammsteiner series.
First thing I remember was waking up with a big collar around my neck and a white room with others exactly like me - [ a carelessly distant look tossed his companion's way. this might be the most talktative you'll be able to get him, really. the twisting smirk is anything but kind. ] - that was also the first time I met "mother". And the first lesson. First time I saw and felt just what the Spine could do. [ although, the only time he had ever snapped into berserk was after being introduced to the dog, the spine's enhancements were caught on quick, after all. ]
Hmm - guess I'll have to tell you more about the Spine itself, huh. I don't really know all the details about it, though. [ his pause is slight, more a break against a dry throat, but he takes it nonetheless. ]