[The second part surprises him which sort of shows on his face because he isn't really a person with guarded emotions.] Alright. [This is the most ominous fucking thing. Maybe Knives will forget because someone else is more useful.
MAYBE KNIVES WILL KILL HIM.]
Do you mind if... I see the domed room again? Whatever that place was.
[There is a moment of thoughtful hesitation. He glances around them.]
...Both? It's a dream, right? You can do both?
[HE LIKED BOTH OF THEM, sue him. He starts dream ghost hobbling toward a sort of center.]
You play, don't you? The piano. I liked hearing it. Piltover is a big city; there aren't many areas of land. Just buildings and water. The Undercity... Well, you can imagine it only really has fungi or plants which can grow without light, not being as polluted and underground as it is. I've never really seen an area like that before.
[ KNIVES IS REALLY LIKE WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS MAN
It's a polite request, really, and he listens... It reminds him that he has never seen natural trees or bodies of water. All he has seen from nature is sand. ]
I'm not in the mood right now.
[ Because he tires of so many of you coming to his dream, so there isn't a hostile bite to it. It's maybe a little growl of when you have played with a wild animal for too long. It's placid despite the warnings, though he does just eject Viktor out of his dream.
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... Then what is your grand plan, inventor? Wherever you are on the Eudora, it is buying you time in spite of your death.
[ He will entertain this. Human's folly can be funny. ]
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He shakes his head slowly.]
That's the plan so far. Time. I have... more time for now to think of something. To try something.
To find an answer.
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[ At least to a Plant, humans live for a speck of time. ]
I may find use for you in the future. [ He has considered, but he could change his mind later. ] Keep my offer in mind for when that time comes.
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[The second part surprises him which sort of shows on his face because he isn't really a person with guarded emotions.] Alright. [This is the most ominous fucking thing. Maybe Knives will forget because someone else is more useful.
MAYBE KNIVES WILL KILL HIM.]
Do you mind if... I see the domed room again? Whatever that place was.
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... The piano?
[ Or the trees. ]
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...Both? It's a dream, right? You can do both?
[HE LIKED BOTH OF THEM, sue him. He starts dream ghost hobbling toward a sort of center.]
You play, don't you? The piano. I liked hearing it. Piltover is a big city; there aren't many areas of land. Just buildings and water. The Undercity... Well, you can imagine it only really has fungi or plants which can grow without light, not being as polluted and underground as it is. I've never really seen an area like that before.
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It's a polite request, really, and he listens... It reminds him that he has never seen natural trees or bodies of water. All he has seen from nature is sand. ]
I'm not in the mood right now.
[ Because he tires of so many of you coming to his dream, so there isn't a hostile bite to it. It's maybe a little growl of when you have played with a wild animal for too long. It's placid despite the warnings, though he does just eject Viktor out of his dream.
Good job on not dying immediately. ]
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Viktor really gets back like WH--? but then realizes he did not get skewered immediately, so small victories.]