"No one drinks anything while they're ejecting fluid out of their lungs," Tannusen pointed out, wiping his mouth clean of spewed tea with a cloth from inside his jacket. Goddamnit, man.
"Nope, but thanks for asking. You never know, I might just have myself a case of the stupid at any given second." BUSTED, GARRUS. "The simplest explanation I could give you, simple enough to not overtly jeopardize my mission at least, would just lead to more questions. So, why bother? He's got his reasons, just like anyone. They're not even bad reasons, really."
Tannusen did steal his shit, after all. Seduced his way right into the demon's territory, too, then ransacked his library while the guy was unconscious. Anyone would be a bit miffed at that.
Then, add in that one of the things he stole turns out to have been an AI, a copy of the man himself from before his fall from Heaven, and things really got understandable, to Tannusen. That and Tannusen was undoing four billion years of the demon's careful plans, just like plucking a knot apart.
But, on the other hand, his own reasons for doing these things were also pretty fucking solid. Cassian's very soul was on the line. Existence itself, really, but Tannusen didn't care about that so much as he cared about Cassian.
Just how it went, sometimes.
He wiped out his cup with the cloth in his hand, then shook the cloth out, refolded it, and put it back in his jacket. Bob wordlessly refilled the cup from a large, glass pot of tea from behind the counter, leaves swirling in the infusion basket as he poured.
"You're not going to start stalking me are you, hero? That would be unfortunate."
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"Nope, but thanks for asking. You never know, I might just have myself a case of the stupid at any given second." BUSTED, GARRUS. "The simplest explanation I could give you, simple enough to not overtly jeopardize my mission at least, would just lead to more questions. So, why bother? He's got his reasons, just like anyone. They're not even bad reasons, really."
Tannusen did steal his shit, after all. Seduced his way right into the demon's territory, too, then ransacked his library while the guy was unconscious. Anyone would be a bit miffed at that.
Then, add in that one of the things he stole turns out to have been an AI, a copy of the man himself from before his fall from Heaven, and things really got understandable, to Tannusen. That and Tannusen was undoing four billion years of the demon's careful plans, just like plucking a knot apart.
But, on the other hand, his own reasons for doing these things were also pretty fucking solid. Cassian's very soul was on the line. Existence itself, really, but Tannusen didn't care about that so much as he cared about Cassian.
Just how it went, sometimes.
He wiped out his cup with the cloth in his hand, then shook the cloth out, refolded it, and put it back in his jacket. Bob wordlessly refilled the cup from a large, glass pot of tea from behind the counter, leaves swirling in the infusion basket as he poured.
"You're not going to start stalking me are you, hero? That would be unfortunate."