Maybe the fact that he is really is the worst part. Taako looks at him with sympathy, with apology, and everything feels pointless. In the moment, it's almost not even about the man in front of him. It's about-- it's about the life he lead before Taako. The life that seems meaningless and empty when he thinks about it now, a thousand years of which he remembers maybe ten, blips of time in an ocean of repetitive horrors. Nothing in his life had been so-- wild, so new. The first time he got to be a person again in so, so long.
He's realizing, now, that perhaps falling into whatever this was so quickly was a mistake.
He takes a measured breath, trying to regain some composure. It's fine, it's-- it's fine. Maybe this is a trick by that god, a knowledge that he would be pulled out too easily. But the idea that he could be removed from an ideal world with a snap of someone's fingers--
No, no. Stop. Not now. He has a job to do.
He straightens his back, puts a hand on his jacket for some form of stability. "It's-- quite alright. I believe we met rather... briefly, regardless. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions? Some... strange things have been happening lately."
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He's realizing, now, that perhaps falling into whatever this was so quickly was a mistake.
He takes a measured breath, trying to regain some composure. It's fine, it's-- it's fine. Maybe this is a trick by that god, a knowledge that he would be pulled out too easily. But the idea that he could be removed from an ideal world with a snap of someone's fingers--
No, no. Stop. Not now. He has a job to do.
He straightens his back, puts a hand on his jacket for some form of stability. "It's-- quite alright. I believe we met rather... briefly, regardless. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions? Some... strange things have been happening lately."