[his stomach isn't very big since he barely eats. so he will just settle for this cookie and no more
but scien raises a brow]
I didn't expect that to take you off guard. You weren't thinking that everyone was being gentle with a supposed maniac, were you?
[some people were already figuring out that scien wouldn't do that to dahut by choice but like... that didn't mean they were considerate to him or his assistant at all. and he didn't expect them to be]
[ weak. but no he figures his weird reliver body has weird dietary restrictions. something something ]
...Ah.
[ he looks like he's visibly reaching back in his memory... literally every execution has involved someone he cared about, so. he'd almost forgotten the general mood of what that first saturday in the brig was like. ]
[no scien IS weak he is just a lil guy (citation needed)
but scien just nods]
I don't blame anyone. It is hardly the most human malice I have ever received. For the most part, everyone was simply bewildered and looking for answers that I could not give in that state, out of my mind as I was.
[but that meant they were more focused on factual information collecting]
... so I appreciated a different line of questioning. One that could preserve Dahut's memory in a way that he would've liked.
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[it's affection week and scien doesn't even dislike most people in the gy anymore
but he's not going to pretend he's a cozy person]
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he nods. ]
Fair enough.
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Though you're also more sentimental than expected, or is that the weekly oddity affecting you?
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What gave you the impression I wasn't?
[ this is a joke because he's self-aware he is a lineface most weeks of the month. but wow admitting he is sentimental... could only happen on w4!! ]
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[though scien does seem to take a moment to think after, glancing off to the side.
he amends:]
Well, almost everything.
[their last conversation in the brig does stick out in scien's memory]
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[ it doesn't bother him. ]
Almost?
[ nudges a cookie at him to see if he'll eat it, too. ]
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[he says
but still takes the cookie]
I still remember you asking me about Dahut the night before I died. Given how out of my mind I'm sure I seemed, it's significant.
[it was sentimental in a way he didn't hate]
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What's your limit?
[ just keeps feeding him. affection week!
but he does pause and look a little surprised. he hadn't thought it had left an impression. ]
...I see.
[ SORRY HE JUST LEAVES OFF THERE he's like :O ]
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[his stomach isn't very big since he barely eats. so he will just settle for this cookie and no more
but scien raises a brow]
I didn't expect that to take you off guard. You weren't thinking that everyone was being gentle with a supposed maniac, were you?
[some people were already figuring out that scien wouldn't do that to dahut by choice but like... that didn't mean they were considerate to him or his assistant at all. and he didn't expect them to be]
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...Ah.
[ he looks like he's visibly reaching back in his memory... literally every execution has involved someone he cared about, so. he'd almost forgotten the general mood of what that first saturday in the brig was like. ]
...No, I suppose they wouldn't be.
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but scien just nods]
I don't blame anyone. It is hardly the most human malice I have ever received. For the most part, everyone was simply bewildered and looking for answers that I could not give in that state, out of my mind as I was.
[but that meant they were more focused on factual information collecting]
... so I appreciated a different line of questioning. One that could preserve Dahut's memory in a way that he would've liked.
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reaches out to hold his paw. ]
I see.
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scien tilts his head, slightly confused, but allows it because it's affection week]
I'm not exactly fragile, you know...
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[ he's literally cut into you before. but yeah diluc just felt like it and doesn't feel the need to explain. ]
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As long as you know.
[both that scien is perfectly fine, and... that he appreciated diluc's company that night]