Exactly, my friend. Time, and sometimes a little distance heals what words cannot.
[As contrary as that seems. He has no doubt the people of Kaisou will heal, and perhaps even learn more about each other through it. After all, once you've seen each other at your worst, what is left?
The Baron Omatsuri had chose wrong in his victims, in his humble opinion. He could almost understand the monster's grief--what he wouldn't give to see his Lightkeeper brethren again? Alas, the dead are dead, their bells have tolled and life must move on.
It's not until Maxima asks that, quite frankly, normal question that he lets out a lighthearted laugh, snapping out of his trance.]
My apologies. A lightkeeper's work is quite isolated, and the days, months...even years start to blend together. You remember what you had for breakfast yesterday, and then you realize that was actually months ago.
[Okay.]
Though this little slab of metal has a built in clock and a calendar? The world has become so convenient!
[As explanations go...well, it's a little odd, but so many people around here are odd to Maxima's understanding. Some of the ones who seem odd to him are actually perfectly normal to this world. Being an isekai, his calibration for this kind of thing is just too off to draw any actual conclusions except that Flins is a strange man.
And despite his strangeness, Maxima has never sensed any particular threat from him. Sometimes he gets the feeling that Flins could be dangerous, if he chose to, but he's never felt endangered, despite years of survival in a hostile social environment that have left him particularly attuned to that kind of thing. So, he can be strange if he wants to.]
I have heard that long isolation can be disorienting, true. It's a shame that you have to travel so far to visit.
[Flins' enthusiasm about the phone's features gets a little smile out of him. It's just charming.]
And much more than that, as well. May I see it? I can show you the features of those applications, and perhaps some others you may find useful.
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Exactly, my friend. Time, and sometimes a little distance heals what words cannot.
[As contrary as that seems. He has no doubt the people of Kaisou will heal, and perhaps even learn more about each other through it. After all, once you've seen each other at your worst, what is left?
The Baron Omatsuri had chose wrong in his victims, in his humble opinion. He could almost understand the monster's grief--what he wouldn't give to see his Lightkeeper brethren again? Alas, the dead are dead, their bells have tolled and life must move on.
It's not until Maxima asks that, quite frankly, normal question that he lets out a lighthearted laugh, snapping out of his trance.]
My apologies. A lightkeeper's work is quite isolated, and the days, months...even years start to blend together. You remember what you had for breakfast yesterday, and then you realize that was actually months ago.
[Okay.]
Though this little slab of metal has a built in clock and a calendar? The world has become so convenient!
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And despite his strangeness, Maxima has never sensed any particular threat from him. Sometimes he gets the feeling that Flins could be dangerous, if he chose to, but he's never felt endangered, despite years of survival in a hostile social environment that have left him particularly attuned to that kind of thing. So, he can be strange if he wants to.]
I have heard that long isolation can be disorienting, true. It's a shame that you have to travel so far to visit.
[Flins' enthusiasm about the phone's features gets a little smile out of him. It's just charming.]
And much more than that, as well. May I see it? I can show you the features of those applications, and perhaps some others you may find useful.