[A bit of a scowl. He doesn't like the idea of people already having opinions of him. Especially negative ones, as he's sure they do. It makes things harder. Not impossible, just harder. Requiring a great deal more proposed penance and niceties and very subtle work.
He's not opposed to working hard. The end result is more than worth it. The idea of a multitude of brats from all points of the timeline throwing themselves at him in pointless attempts to stop him is rather annoying due to the division of labour required to keep them at bay.
He'd rather lay low and work quietly and not have them know he's even there. That's far easier than anything else. Let them discover him in what way they wish. There's means of staying hidden while still interacting, after all.]
There is little reason for them to know I'm here. It's far more efficient to work without their pathetic attempts to halt what is already in progress.
[He's noticed that the darkness isn't quite what he's used to. It's less organic in that sense. This one doesn't respond to him as readily, and the beasts that dwell within it are beyond the scope of what he's seen in his time.]
This world has been scarred. Places like it exist, the heart damaged in some fashion so that it suffers maladies on a scale difficult to fathom. Whatever happened must have struck deep, indeed, to leave a mark so strong that even the darkness is polluted.
[He gazes at Xigbar, eyes boring through him once more. One hand raises up in a generous sweeping motion, indicating forward movement.]
no subject
[A bit of a scowl. He doesn't like the idea of people already having opinions of him. Especially negative ones, as he's sure they do. It makes things harder. Not impossible, just harder. Requiring a great deal more proposed penance and niceties and very subtle work.
He's not opposed to working hard. The end result is more than worth it. The idea of a multitude of brats from all points of the timeline throwing themselves at him in pointless attempts to stop him is rather annoying due to the division of labour required to keep them at bay.
He'd rather lay low and work quietly and not have them know he's even there. That's far easier than anything else. Let them discover him in what way they wish. There's means of staying hidden while still interacting, after all.]
There is little reason for them to know I'm here. It's far more efficient to work without their pathetic attempts to halt what is already in progress.
[He's noticed that the darkness isn't quite what he's used to. It's less organic in that sense. This one doesn't respond to him as readily, and the beasts that dwell within it are beyond the scope of what he's seen in his time.]
This world has been scarred. Places like it exist, the heart damaged in some fashion so that it suffers maladies on a scale difficult to fathom. Whatever happened must have struck deep, indeed, to leave a mark so strong that even the darkness is polluted.
[He gazes at Xigbar, eyes boring through him once more. One hand raises up in a generous sweeping motion, indicating forward movement.]
Lead the way, then.