[He absolutely hates it. His very soul rails against it, and not because he is indignant or prideful or because he doesn't think he requires the aid of anyone else. It is because it is Gustave; the man he could have saved but chose not to, or the man he condemned to a permanent death by damning the Canvas to its ultimate fate. Gustave should not be helping him like this, despite his seemingly kind nature. His selflessness is a cruelty, he just doesn't know it.
And perhaps that is its own brand of indignity, just enough to tear Verso out of his reverie, and he immediately steps forward before either party can continue.]
No.
[Without warning, one of his blades is summoned — the largest of his sword, as the smaller weapon is now missing in this world. But it appears with the usual smoky flare of chroma, materializing in its hand, and he immediately grips it by the hilt and lifts it to point the steel towards the troublemaking group.]
Leave him be. Or you'll find yourself in more trouble than you can handle, I promise you that.
[And if that's a bold declaration, not knowing what the residents of this world are capable of, well. He's stared down scarier.]
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And perhaps that is its own brand of indignity, just enough to tear Verso out of his reverie, and he immediately steps forward before either party can continue.]
No.
[Without warning, one of his blades is summoned — the largest of his sword, as the smaller weapon is now missing in this world. But it appears with the usual smoky flare of chroma, materializing in its hand, and he immediately grips it by the hilt and lifts it to point the steel towards the troublemaking group.]
Leave him be. Or you'll find yourself in more trouble than you can handle, I promise you that.
[And if that's a bold declaration, not knowing what the residents of this world are capable of, well. He's stared down scarier.]