[He listens to the whole spiel, opening his mouth a few times to protest in between, unceremoniously shut down before he can speak by the very obvious (but, let's be honest, necessary) callout. She's... probably right. No, scratch that, she's definitely right. He's already pretty out of it, so he can only imagine what a hot mess he'll be outside of Elysium. He can hardly move, so who knows how much energy he'll have to get around later. It's fortunate that half of his zoo doesn't require much maintenance, or he'd feel a lot more guilty than he knows he will.
He exhales a breath through his nose, casting his gaze downward, and getting a glimpse of the crystal again on the way. If he forgets what happened and what state he'd ended up in, he's got a built-in reminder to make him behave when Pyra isn't around to do it. If he pushes himself, he'll probably just delay his recovery and make things harder on everyone else.]
You want me... [He begins slowly, every word a bit drawn out for dramatic effect, acting affronted,] To take it easy and let myself be pampered? Me?
[Perish the thought, a spoiled rich boy having to relax and let someone else take care of him. He's never done that before.
He understands the meaning of her request, though. He can't blame her for worrying, really. He's worried. It's a miracle that enough of him survived to even have this conversation, and he's likely going to need some time to sort through his memories and figure out what's really his and what isn't. He's had to do this before, of course, but never on this scale. It's a hell of a daunting task, and for most of it, he has to handle it on his own. It isn't like anyone can tell him what his own memories ought to be, unless they were present for them.]
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He exhales a breath through his nose, casting his gaze downward, and getting a glimpse of the crystal again on the way. If he forgets what happened and what state he'd ended up in, he's got a built-in reminder to make him behave when Pyra isn't around to do it. If he pushes himself, he'll probably just delay his recovery and make things harder on everyone else.]
You want me... [He begins slowly, every word a bit drawn out for dramatic effect, acting affronted,] To take it easy and let myself be pampered? Me?
[Perish the thought, a spoiled rich boy having to relax and let someone else take care of him. He's never done that before.
He understands the meaning of her request, though. He can't blame her for worrying, really. He's worried. It's a miracle that enough of him survived to even have this conversation, and he's likely going to need some time to sort through his memories and figure out what's really his and what isn't. He's had to do this before, of course, but never on this scale. It's a hell of a daunting task, and for most of it, he has to handle it on his own. It isn't like anyone can tell him what his own memories ought to be, unless they were present for them.]