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[rudelanguage]

[she scoffs.]

What, you don't feel even the slightest bit guilty that you're gonna screw a few people over of their worlds if what Echo's on about is real? And this is all a competition to see what's worth saving?

[...]

Not that I do, but like. Y'know. You're like...nice.

[oblige]

My hope is to find some way to help their worlds as well.

That Echo is incapable of seeing a way to save them does not mean there is none.

[rudelanguage]

Or that there's even a need, yeah... Yeah. [that tapers off in a weary exhale.]

I'll think about it if I survive this shit.

[oblige]

If you find yourself in danger, alert me and I will aid you.

[rudelanguage]

Appreciate the thought, but, uh... How's that supposed to work, exactly? Did you get a, a like...damsel-in-distress teleport spell? For even fake damsels?

[oblige]

I will find a way.

[rudelanguage]

[extremely anime of him to say.

Knife doesn't know what anime is.]

Nnh-hnh. Don't doubt you, just the...whole...y'know. [she's waving her hand without thinking.]

[oblige]

[ He's the dragon prince, he's at least a little anime on principle.

He doesn't know what anime is either. ]

I can cover ground fairly quickly if need be.

[rudelanguage]

But not, uh...not ah... What's the fuckin' word... Not discreetly? Like, not show-ily? [tsk--] Look, you jump real fuckin' high and people're gonna notice that shit!

[oblige]

I can turn into a dragon roughly the size of a bat, after the Earth mission.

[ Be proud of him, Antigone, he did think of the stealth applications. ]

[rudelanguage]

Bullshit. [she doesn't believe!!!]

[oblige]

Why would I lie about Priming in miniature?

[ ...Which implies there's a not miniature option... ]

[rudelanguage]

Why would you tell me now and not before? Huh?

[oblige]

What relevance did it have previously?

[rudelanguage]

Like! Intel! Useful intel! What, like I don't deserve to know I know a tiny-ass dragon unless I'm about to get killed? C'mon! [look, just because SHE is a basket of squirrely secrets doesn't mean HE gets to be! he's the nice one!]

[oblige]

I've not had much occasion to use it since that mission, so admittedly I hadn't thought it bore announcement.

Have I offended you?

[rudelanguage]

Puh. Whatever. It's...whatever. I deserved that, probably.

[oblige]

Deserved what?

[rudelanguage]

I'm the one who doesn't say shit about nothin', so like. You get one. I guess. This is me tryin'a be fair.

[oblige]

I suppose I'm still accustomed to everyone knowing what I can do, for that was what life was for me.

Our experiences have their influence.

[ Hers too. He doesn't fault the secrecy. ]

[rudelanguage]

Yeah, well, here's what I know: Crazy jumps, explodes if drunk, glowy hands...tiny dragon?

[oblige]

I don't literally explode, but...

[ Well, he supposes when she outlines it like that, there is a certain Bahamut-shaped gap.

Here he'd assumed it known. ]

Did you happen to sight the duel between a large dragon and mounted knight, some moons ago?

[rudelanguage]

Uh. Recently? No. Can't say I have.

[oblige]

Several moons ago, but...

[ Alas, it can't be helped. ]

Normally my Eikonic form is substantial.

[rudelanguage]

[it was something of a lie. Pending met a dragon, but...but that was distinctly not Dion. so. so it's only a fake lie! ...sort of? an irrelevant truth!

anyway.] I'm guessing that's your fancy word for bigass fuckoff dragon.