Well, as you have seen pictures of those you know, I see pictures of those I know. I do not see how it is relevant, so... [It being the picture of his brother, which resumes trying to talk shit as they keep down the corridor. Chibi would be lying if he said it didn't get to him - hearing that gruff voice, so familiar it resonates in his soul, telling him what he's done wrong.]
[It's not real, he reminds himself mentally, with an easy wave of his hand for Pritchard's benefit.]
What we know of CERES' function, as of now, is twenty kinds of complicated, but-- [Chibi clicks his tongue, wondering how to phrase it] --They told you about the Flamines, yes? Really strange masked fellows, but CERES had a contract with them, ostensibly to destroy worlds in exchange for payment.
[Dryly, the eye-roll not on his face but thick in his voice:] So. There are politics. And so I am not surprised by the peril involved in these simulations.
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[It's not real, he reminds himself mentally, with an easy wave of his hand for Pritchard's benefit.]
What we know of CERES' function, as of now, is twenty kinds of complicated, but-- [Chibi clicks his tongue, wondering how to phrase it] --They told you about the Flamines, yes? Really strange masked fellows, but CERES had a contract with them, ostensibly to destroy worlds in exchange for payment.
[Dryly, the eye-roll not on his face but thick in his voice:] So. There are politics. And so I am not surprised by the peril involved in these simulations.