[ during the whole process where tadashi regains his bearings and his literal footing over their virtual world, priest just waits. not really impressed. not really moved. almost as if he thinks nothing of it. though, he does seem just the slightest bit pleased if just because it looked painful. he can only hope. he's half-awaiting some sort of half-baked attempt at asking for a heal, if just because he's accustomed to it. then, the other half, as aforementioned...
he's waiting for that scrap to feed his ego. the "oh, great priest, you've truly saved me! allow me (and the rest of my measly village filled with good-natured fools) to sing you praises for years to come," etc, etc. we plan to name our church hall after you, etc, etc. sermons will be made, services will be held daily— except, record scratch... none of that happens.
... is this your mood being more pleasant, tadashi???? ] ... [ his smug expression flattens for a few seconds. ] Don't you think you have something else to say? [ he wouldn't even be opposed to you belatedly getting on your hands and feet now...
as if to pronounce his point, he pokes him a bit firmly with the end of his spear.
not the sharp end, unfortunately, but hey, we can't have everything. ]
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he's waiting for that scrap to feed his ego. the "oh, great priest, you've truly saved me! allow me (and the rest of my measly village filled with good-natured fools) to sing you praises for years to come," etc, etc. we plan to name our church hall after you, etc, etc. sermons will be made, services will be held daily— except, record scratch... none of that happens.
... is this your mood being more pleasant, tadashi???? ] ... [ his smug expression flattens for a few seconds. ] Don't you think you have something else to say? [ he wouldn't even be opposed to you belatedly getting on your hands and feet now...
as if to pronounce his point, he pokes him a bit firmly with the end of his spear.
not the sharp end, unfortunately, but hey, we can't have everything. ]