[Somewhere, Gnosis is probably "?" at Sesa because he's acting weird, but this ain't about that bird.
Passenger, meanwhile, simply keeps to himself. It's typical of him to do so, not necessarily a red flag; he's quiet, not getting involved in any business other than his own, and if Sesa is avoiding him (he knows that's the case) then Sesa is avoiding him. There are times when little Elliot speaks to him, reminding him that if he hadn't been so pushy this wouldn't happen, and don't you miss him, and why do you want him to scorn you so much anyway? Don't you care for him? Didn't you want to save him?
He only shakes his head with each question; none of it is important. He's only a witness to his own life moving by in whatever way it wants, he believes; there's no way to control the outcome. There's only push-and-pull, crowding of feelings in his chest where there usually aren't any, and the world will move on without him. That's how the world works.
To have Sesa at his door, then, is something of a relief, momentary and fleeing. Passenger has his hair up in a ponytail today, mostly to keep it out of his face while he sketched out schematics in a non-magical notebook.]
Sesa. I am quite glad to see you again, my friend. [...] What do you have?
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Passenger, meanwhile, simply keeps to himself. It's typical of him to do so, not necessarily a red flag; he's quiet, not getting involved in any business other than his own, and if Sesa is avoiding him (he knows that's the case) then Sesa is avoiding him. There are times when little Elliot speaks to him, reminding him that if he hadn't been so pushy this wouldn't happen, and don't you miss him, and why do you want him to scorn you so much anyway? Don't you care for him? Didn't you want to save him?
He only shakes his head with each question; none of it is important. He's only a witness to his own life moving by in whatever way it wants, he believes; there's no way to control the outcome. There's only push-and-pull, crowding of feelings in his chest where there usually aren't any, and the world will move on without him. That's how the world works.
To have Sesa at his door, then, is something of a relief, momentary and fleeing. Passenger has his hair up in a ponytail today, mostly to keep it out of his face while he sketched out schematics in a non-magical notebook.]
Sesa. I am quite glad to see you again, my friend. [...] What do you have?