"Ah, yes," Elidibus muses as if he has a sudden thought. Or recognizes he wasn't clear enough.
Underneath the calm facade, the physiological effects of the enforced sense of dread are keeping his body tense. Willpower is sustaining him. Though his fingers come up to his chin in a gesture of thought, the Ascian doesn't appear to need long to assemble an answer.
"We are an insular people, preferring to focus on the vast troubles inflicting our world and thus we do not travel much. However we do occasionally receive visitors."
Utterly true; Omega. Midgardsormr who brought the Greatwyrms in their eggs. The crash of YorHa into the stratus of the First. Even the occasional lone visitor has been pulled from outside the reflections of his beloved Star.
Elidibus offers an apologetic smile, though it hardly reaches his eyes. "Few stay long. Whether their own purpose calls them back to their worlds or because they are encouraged to leave, lest the troubles of our world embroil them too deeply."
The smile begins to fade. The Ascian's expression becomes one of mild disapproval; a grown adult having reached the limits of patience with a petulant child's persistence.
"Your unending effort to cow me to obedience is, after the past three days, wearing even on my good nature. If this is to be an interview and not an interrogation of a prisoner, I would appreciate that you show good faith by removing the inhibitors and... shall we call them disciplinary tactics?"
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Underneath the calm facade, the physiological effects of the enforced sense of dread are keeping his body tense. Willpower is sustaining him. Though his fingers come up to his chin in a gesture of thought, the Ascian doesn't appear to need long to assemble an answer.
"We are an insular people, preferring to focus on the vast troubles inflicting our world and thus we do not travel much. However we do occasionally receive visitors."
Utterly true; Omega. Midgardsormr who brought the Greatwyrms in their eggs. The crash of YorHa into the stratus of the First. Even the occasional lone visitor has been pulled from outside the reflections of his beloved Star.
Elidibus offers an apologetic smile, though it hardly reaches his eyes. "Few stay long. Whether their own purpose calls them back to their worlds or because they are encouraged to leave, lest the troubles of our world embroil them too deeply."
The smile begins to fade. The Ascian's expression becomes one of mild disapproval; a grown adult having reached the limits of patience with a petulant child's persistence.
"Your unending effort to cow me to obedience is, after the past three days, wearing even on my good nature. If this is to be an interview and not an interrogation of a prisoner, I would appreciate that you show good faith by removing the inhibitors and... shall we call them disciplinary tactics?"