honey, i rose up from the dead. i do it all the time
All Varus can offer is the low hum of a hm, as if he’s taking it into consideration and pointedly ignoring it. When has he ever truly been polite anyway? Besides, there’s bigger fish to fry, letting the disk go as he explains what’s going on lately – the news that Nate’s missed out on – like Varus was some sort of Grounds Times. He heaves a sigh that Nate may or may not be able to hear before he stills and draws up his posture and focuses on Nate. You heard me. He doesn’t particularly want to repeat it.
But it was the truth of the situation as much as it made him just as sick. At the very least, Varus had time to process it rather than being the bearer of bad news. He had an item that gives information. We think it’s probably how the Order learned about shit nobody else knew. He shrugs a shoulder before he softens a bit and glances up at Nate, a look of melancholy crossing his face for a brief second before it disappears into something more like acceptance. I know, kid. There’s never enough time.
But it was the truth of the situation as much as it made him just as sick. At the very least, Varus had time to process it rather than being the bearer of bad news. He had an item that gives information. We think it’s probably how the Order learned about shit nobody else knew. He shrugs a shoulder before he softens a bit and glances up at Nate, a look of melancholy crossing his face for a brief second before it disappears into something more like acceptance. I know, kid. There’s never enough time.
VARUS
