[He strides through the maze with his mind half on it. Not a good idea and his master would smack him upside the head for being so distracted. But his head is too full of things he will likely ask Enoshima about later. Just as likely to get stabbed for it.]
You've seen how I look now. Before she got her claws on me and ripped up what was inside until that thing was all that was left. Do I look like the sort of person that would be that disgustingly, unrepentingly obsessed with crafting wars in the interest of birthing hope?
[He can admit that's not a fair comparison. Considering he could at the drop of the hat seem very crazy. It wouldn't take any effort. He pauses at the crossroads.]
Ah, let me try a better example. In movies and books, the villian is obvious. It's not like that in a mystery novel. With a good narrative you never know who it is until they strike. It's a lot like that.
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You've seen how I look now. Before she got her claws on me and ripped up what was inside until that thing was all that was left. Do I look like the sort of person that would be that disgustingly, unrepentingly obsessed with crafting wars in the interest of birthing hope?
[He can admit that's not a fair comparison. Considering he could at the drop of the hat seem very crazy. It wouldn't take any effort. He pauses at the crossroads.]
Ah, let me try a better example. In movies and books, the villian is obvious. It's not like that in a mystery novel. With a good narrative you never know who it is until they strike. It's a lot like that.