[Rindo glances back at Gladion when he speaks again, catching that expression. It's the Silvally guilt again, isn't it. He's already decided that he won't push the matter right now, but there'll be a chance later, right? This doesn't sit well with him at all. He's trying hard to not second-guess himself.
Anyway. He'd hardly even been around humans since his changes started, but a handful of bus trips was more than enough for him to get a sense of his new position as a monster. Of course he was stared at—he's a green freak with roots for feet.
…A little internal wince at that description. Gladion's a Nymph, too. He shouldn't think that.
The changes have been so sudden that his mind still reels from this new reality. Back in Shibuya, between emerging fashions, tourists from the world over, and eccentric people, strange-looking folks were an all-too-common sight that made it easy to blend in and dodge attention. No one cared. For someone like Rindo, it was a boon.
Here, such avoidance is no longer a possibility. The scariest thing in the room… he supposes he is, now. Whether he wants to or not, he embodies a threat. It probably doesn't matter to the humans of Ryslig that he's a scavenger with no intent to kill—to them, he's still automatically a murderer, or at least someone with the potential to be. It feels unfair and yet deserved. It's not like he can blame anyone for fearing him, at any rate.
If Silvally knows what that's like, then Gladion's theory makes all too much sense. His gaze lands on Silvally again with a pang of sympathy and a quiet sigh.]
That makes sense to me.
[…And now a cold silent thing is gripping at his heart, creeping up again and again from the well of misery that is Ryslig, always finding new angles to torment him with. His stare grows distant.
Perhaps it's selfish, but Rindo is glad that Silvally and Gladion are here. And he's sure Silvally is happy to be reunited with its partner, too. Surely that's worth something—for him and Gladion, and for Gladion and Silvally.]
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Anyway. He'd hardly even been around humans since his changes started, but a handful of bus trips was more than enough for him to get a sense of his new position as a monster. Of course he was stared at—he's a green freak with roots for feet.
…A little internal wince at that description. Gladion's a Nymph, too. He shouldn't think that.
The changes have been so sudden that his mind still reels from this new reality. Back in Shibuya, between emerging fashions, tourists from the world over, and eccentric people, strange-looking folks were an all-too-common sight that made it easy to blend in and dodge attention. No one cared. For someone like Rindo, it was a boon.
Here, such avoidance is no longer a possibility. The scariest thing in the room… he supposes he is, now. Whether he wants to or not, he embodies a threat. It probably doesn't matter to the humans of Ryslig that he's a scavenger with no intent to kill—to them, he's still automatically a murderer, or at least someone with the potential to be. It feels unfair and yet deserved. It's not like he can blame anyone for fearing him, at any rate.
If Silvally knows what that's like, then Gladion's theory makes all too much sense. His gaze lands on Silvally again with a pang of sympathy and a quiet sigh.]
That makes sense to me.
[…And now a cold silent thing is gripping at his heart, creeping up again and again from the well of misery that is Ryslig, always finding new angles to torment him with. His stare grows distant.
Perhaps it's selfish, but Rindo is glad that Silvally and Gladion are here. And he's sure Silvally is happy to be reunited with its partner, too. Surely that's worth something—for him and Gladion, and for Gladion and Silvally.]