[He supposes he deserves the question after asking Figaro a few of his own, and yet, Gepard almost wishes that something would happen so he wouldn't have to answer it. Like a Fragmentum opens up in his apartment, and he's too busy fighting off those monsters to answer questions like why is he hesitating, bitch?
That doesn't happen. Instead, dessert is placed before him, and it looks delicious. It's a fight to keep from staring. And, well, doesn't that deserve an honest answer? Hasn't Figaro done enough to deserve an honest answer to that question? He has.
So, Gepard inhales. Exhales, slow, looks at Figaro in the face.]
They do. If I wanted to honor my oath, I should have turned you in the moment you attacked me.
[He can admit that. He knows what he should've done.] ...but I don't think you're a danger to Belobog. Just a man in a bad situation, doing what you must to survive.
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That doesn't happen. Instead, dessert is placed before him, and it looks delicious. It's a fight to keep from staring. And, well, doesn't that deserve an honest answer? Hasn't Figaro done enough to deserve an honest answer to that question? He has.
So, Gepard inhales. Exhales, slow, looks at Figaro in the face.]
They do. If I wanted to honor my oath, I should have turned you in the moment you attacked me.
[He can admit that. He knows what he should've done.] ...but I don't think you're a danger to Belobog. Just a man in a bad situation, doing what you must to survive.