[Rindo had been able to keep his expression neutral up till now, but the story is quickly veering into disturbing territory, and he's starting to feel severely out of his depth. The scale of what Gladion is describing sounds far beyond that of the Reapers' Games. Rindo doubts he would have been able to deal with any of that—and he's starting to believe any advice from him would just be useless.
Not only that, but the thought of Beat getting involved with someone like Lusamine turns his stomach—because suddenly, this turns into something that's far too close for comfort. Even if Rindo doesn't remember Beat, they live together. If Lusamine turned up at the house, he would have a hard time pretending he isn't aware of what she's done. He still would, but…
…This is a mess. Why can't things be simple for once?]
…Ugh. Yeah.
[He's at a loss for words. "I'm sorry"? "That sucks"? There's nothing he can add that doesn't sound hopelessly asinine in the face of the situation. He still wants to help, but… what can he even do? He looks down, gaze fixed on some random point on the floor, his tail vine curling in on itself.]
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Not only that, but the thought of Beat getting involved with someone like Lusamine turns his stomach—because suddenly, this turns into something that's far too close for comfort. Even if Rindo doesn't remember Beat, they live together. If Lusamine turned up at the house, he would have a hard time pretending he isn't aware of what she's done. He still would, but…
…This is a mess. Why can't things be simple for once?]
…Ugh. Yeah.
[He's at a loss for words. "I'm sorry"? "That sucks"? There's nothing he can add that doesn't sound hopelessly asinine in the face of the situation. He still wants to help, but… what can he even do? He looks down, gaze fixed on some random point on the floor, his tail vine curling in on itself.]