[ Truth is -- he has no fucking clue what Discord is. Not that any of them have a definitive answer (to his knowledge), but Gen also doesn't bother thinking about that sort of ... magic bullshit. It's none of his business, he knows he's more of a musclehead than a scholar, and he only understands all the supernatural nonsense he has to interact with on the most surface level; someone like him's not meant to understand any of this shit.
But now, he tries, and the way he struggles to wrap his head around the matter well enough to put up a good argument.
This ... feels too neat, after all. The way Bondrewd puts it, it all feels too neat and clean. Just let them sleep through the whole transition phase, and then slowly wake them up and they'll be able to adjust? Discomfort boils in his gut because he knows this all sounds too idealistic for a man like Bondrewd to execute without some sort of caveat, but ...
He'd been so immersed in thought that he'd barely even felt the hand coming to clasp at his shoulder. Gen glances at it with a start when he realizes it's there, frowning but deciding to ignore it for the moment; he's having a hard enough time just focusing on what Bondrewd is saying without wasting energy on addressing what he's doing. ]
They gotta be able to go back to how they were. Exactly. [ Maybe it's stupid, but he ultimately goes along with what Bondrewd is saying. He's used to accepting shit deals in hopes that they work out, after all; he rarely has better options available. All he can do is grit out these paltry demands, trying to wrestle away some control of the situation. ] If you're just gonna stick'em in a permanent coma 'cause that's how they won't get Discord, then they might as well be dead. And --
[ A nervous pause. A hard exhale. Then, spat out in one go: ]
And I want proof. I wanna know they're not gonna be put through hell, and that they're gonna be fine afterwards.
[ He's not planning on sticking around long after a Zenith victory, after all; like hell he's going to wait around for people to slowly wake up and acclimate, or whatever. He wants proof now, so he can exit the scene as soon as possible. ]
I'll keep helping you as long as you can gimme that.
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But now, he tries, and the way he struggles to wrap his head around the matter well enough to put up a good argument.
This ... feels too neat, after all. The way Bondrewd puts it, it all feels too neat and clean. Just let them sleep through the whole transition phase, and then slowly wake them up and they'll be able to adjust? Discomfort boils in his gut because he knows this all sounds too idealistic for a man like Bondrewd to execute without some sort of caveat, but ...
He'd been so immersed in thought that he'd barely even felt the hand coming to clasp at his shoulder. Gen glances at it with a start when he realizes it's there, frowning but deciding to ignore it for the moment; he's having a hard enough time just focusing on what Bondrewd is saying without wasting energy on addressing what he's doing. ]
They gotta be able to go back to how they were. Exactly. [ Maybe it's stupid, but he ultimately goes along with what Bondrewd is saying. He's used to accepting shit deals in hopes that they work out, after all; he rarely has better options available. All he can do is grit out these paltry demands, trying to wrestle away some control of the situation. ] If you're just gonna stick'em in a permanent coma 'cause that's how they won't get Discord, then they might as well be dead. And --
[ A nervous pause. A hard exhale. Then, spat out in one go: ]
And I want proof. I wanna know they're not gonna be put through hell, and that they're gonna be fine afterwards.
[ He's not planning on sticking around long after a Zenith victory, after all; like hell he's going to wait around for people to slowly wake up and acclimate, or whatever. He wants proof now, so he can exit the scene as soon as possible. ]
I'll keep helping you as long as you can gimme that.