No? For a moment there, I'd really thought my boss had turned into a Saturday morning cartoon villain. [While Sarif had done some shady things (oh, had he ever) he wouldn't have ever actually said anything like that out loud. But sometimes, the implications…
Pritchard's two seconds away from tearing into Chibi for letting his only line of defense get sucked into a talking painting of his boss, but… His curiosity gets the better of him. Sounds like there are some answers to be had here. At the very least, this guy seems more comfortable navigating the mansion than he is, and Pritchard is more than fine letting him lead for now (looking back over his shoulder every couple of seconds to make sure that the paintings aren't somehow following them!)
Sarif, in the meantime, props up the bloody mop alongside a display of baseballs in his office behind him like some sort of trophy. He wins this one.]
Why put so much effort into "getting to us," if we're supposed to be helping these people's cause? [Assuming, for a moment, that this isn't actually just some strange fever dream of his (brought on by a bad combination of coffee, energy drinks, and stress.) He'd still be back in the parlor with the butler's corpse if he'd stopped to consider every possible explanation for what's going on.]
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Pritchard's two seconds away from tearing into Chibi for letting his only line of defense get sucked into a talking painting of his boss, but… His curiosity gets the better of him. Sounds like there are some answers to be had here. At the very least, this guy seems more comfortable navigating the mansion than he is, and Pritchard is more than fine letting him lead for now (looking back over his shoulder every couple of seconds to make sure that the paintings aren't somehow following them!)
Sarif, in the meantime, props up the bloody mop alongside a display of baseballs in his office behind him like some sort of trophy. He wins this one.]
Why put so much effort into "getting to us," if we're supposed to be helping these people's cause? [Assuming, for a moment, that this isn't actually just some strange fever dream of his (brought on by a bad combination of coffee, energy drinks, and stress.) He'd still be back in the parlor with the butler's corpse if he'd stopped to consider every possible explanation for what's going on.]