[ something about Makoto inspires a vague sense of uneasiness.
is it the weight of his stare...? something about his delivery when asking that albeit uneasy question? or is Abel simply getting a little tired and mildly on edge after several days of this same old song and dance? it's hard to say, but... aside from a brief stiffening after being addressed, the tall and lanky silver-haired priest lifts his fingers to adjust glasses that aren't sitting at his nose, anymore... awkwardly clears his throat, folds his arms over his chest, and ruminates near the fire. ]
Well.
[ well. ]
Normally... I'd say you might be talking about one of the Sacraments, of course! --You know, a baptism or the like? But.
[ but, he says, leaning in conspiratorially, blue eyes flickering briefly toward their whip-armed guard ever at the ready, ]
Between you and me, sir...? I'm getting something more along the lines of, um... ah. How do I put this delicately--
[ a pause, and Abel rubs his chin before inching ever so slightly closer, dropping his voice to a whisper, ]
...A blood letting? If we're lucky. Maybe being tossed into a volcano...? --Ah, no, I don't think this region is volcanic from what we've seen of it so far. Maybe being eaten alive by wild bears...? Have you seen any local fauna?
iii.
is it the weight of his stare...? something about his delivery when asking that albeit uneasy question? or is Abel simply getting a little tired and mildly on edge after several days of this same old song and dance? it's hard to say, but... aside from a brief stiffening after being addressed, the tall and lanky silver-haired priest lifts his fingers to adjust glasses that aren't sitting at his nose, anymore... awkwardly clears his throat, folds his arms over his chest, and ruminates near the fire. ]
Well.
[ well. ]
Normally... I'd say you might be talking about one of the Sacraments, of course! --You know, a baptism or the like? But.
[ but, he says, leaning in conspiratorially, blue eyes flickering briefly toward their whip-armed guard ever at the ready, ]
Between you and me, sir...? I'm getting something more along the lines of, um... ah. How do I put this delicately--
[ a pause, and Abel rubs his chin before inching ever so slightly closer, dropping his voice to a whisper, ]
...A blood letting? If we're lucky. Maybe being tossed into a volcano...? --Ah, no, I don't think this region is volcanic from what we've seen of it so far. Maybe being eaten alive by wild bears...? Have you seen any local fauna?