Shiny Phantump
Through Dream, I Travel
- Pronoun
- She/Her
Gladion tried to raise a brow, only to be annoyed again by the relative inexpressiveness of his face. The combination of that tone and those some-true, some-nonsense sentences was possibly the reaction he anticipated the least of any possible option.
“I mean, yeah, I do? I hope that isn’t cause for surprise…”
What worried him more than anything else, though, was the word passionate, an oddly value-neutral word. One that could be praise, indictment, or both— a passionate person could passionately right or wrong.
He was clearly meant to assume the former. He could infer from Nova’s nerves that that assumption was probably intended to be a false one. That was probably not great for him. He needed another moment to think.
“I don’t know who Devon is, honestly. Unless we’re talking Devon Tech but I’ve no particular fear of them. Outside the general ails of corporate consumerism. And…”
The moment it took him to say that was, in fact, not actually long enough to decide what the word ‘passionate’ meant in this context. He’d have to improvise. Emphasize something generally agreeable and safe. See how that goes over and take it from there.
“I guess… Any decent person ought to care about a partner that’ll be dependent on them, so I’m sure the voice-cloud saw that, but other people didn’t end up as the species of their partners so…” He paused to sigh. “I’m still not surprised, honestly. Barring that, the course of my life was also determined by wanting to save her. But… Listen, what I’m getting at is that what you’re worrying about probably isn’t directly applicable to me.”
“I mean, yeah, I do? I hope that isn’t cause for surprise…”
What worried him more than anything else, though, was the word passionate, an oddly value-neutral word. One that could be praise, indictment, or both— a passionate person could passionately right or wrong.
He was clearly meant to assume the former. He could infer from Nova’s nerves that that assumption was probably intended to be a false one. That was probably not great for him. He needed another moment to think.
“I don’t know who Devon is, honestly. Unless we’re talking Devon Tech but I’ve no particular fear of them. Outside the general ails of corporate consumerism. And…”
The moment it took him to say that was, in fact, not actually long enough to decide what the word ‘passionate’ meant in this context. He’d have to improvise. Emphasize something generally agreeable and safe. See how that goes over and take it from there.
“I guess… Any decent person ought to care about a partner that’ll be dependent on them, so I’m sure the voice-cloud saw that, but other people didn’t end up as the species of their partners so…” He paused to sigh. “I’m still not surprised, honestly. Barring that, the course of my life was also determined by wanting to save her. But… Listen, what I’m getting at is that what you’re worrying about probably isn’t directly applicable to me.”