"Neat... cool..." Vahvuus's voice is quiet as he echoes the words, rolling them around in his mind and letting the definition properly sink in. There's another strange sensation of familiarity, as if it should mean something to him, but just like always it's gone again. Chasing after it never seems to get him anywhere, so he surrenders and focuses back on the now. "Then... yes, it is neat."
He hadn't been allowed to think about it before being tethered, and the weight of that voice continues to push down on him, stifling his ability to do much aside from follow Sorey and respond to his words, but the conversation has forced him outside of the restraints of normal tethered malak behaviour. If he's been commanded to do as the exorcist wishes, then he can't very well ignore questions or a desire for his input, can he?
Well, maybe he can, but he doesn't... want to...? Little by little, the pressure in his head, the clouds around his thoughts, has started to lift.
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Date: 2017-04-07 01:51 am (UTC)He hadn't been allowed to think about it before being tethered, and the weight of that voice continues to push down on him, stifling his ability to do much aside from follow Sorey and respond to his words, but the conversation has forced him outside of the restraints of normal tethered malak behaviour. If he's been commanded to do as the exorcist wishes, then he can't very well ignore questions or a desire for his input, can he?
Well, maybe he can, but he doesn't... want to...? Little by little, the pressure in his head, the clouds around his thoughts, has started to lift.