The pixie shakes his head. “‘This sort of thing.’ What sort of thing?” he asks. “Visits to other dimensions by, ah, chartered truck? Or a different sort of thing?”
It’s particularly troubling to him that an apparent child is thinking in terms of responsibility for catastrophe. But there’s that nagging ‘apparent,’ again; Homura has the man’s attention, even as he looks out the window of this ride at the illuminated city.
He laughs, briefly, at her question. Dressed as he is he should have expected it.
“Speedrunning,” he replies - just to be contrarian - before sighing and elaborating. “Or at least it used to be, before an abrupt crash course in elementalism - quintessential model - and Breathwork.”
After a moment, he shakes his head. “I don’t suppose that means much to you.”
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It’s particularly troubling to him that an apparent child is thinking in terms of responsibility for catastrophe. But there’s that nagging ‘apparent,’ again; Homura has the man’s attention, even as he looks out the window of this ride at the illuminated city.
He laughs, briefly, at her question. Dressed as he is he should have expected it.
“Speedrunning,” he replies - just to be contrarian - before sighing and elaborating. “Or at least it used to be, before an abrupt crash course in elementalism - quintessential model - and Breathwork.”
After a moment, he shakes his head. “I don’t suppose that means much to you.”