"I--" Oh. He's... actually plainly not sure how to react to that? It's a familiar certainty to him, prickling at a memory so strong it heats his face for a long moment. "If you say so, miss." Ah, so they've both embarrassed one another. The sacred rite has been completed. Or something.
He was, in essence, a warm person. Physically and mentally, and his temper... well. Easily, it's not likely to be turned on her, but it'll be a notable fact in general. He tries to keep it in check, but he's... it's a long story.
"You're probably right, but it might not force truth." It's all he offers before she starts her story. Admittedly, it's difficult to listen to - though his memory holds no joy in his destruction, it doesn't change the fact that he's seen it in person. Over and over... that he knows exactly what explosive, fire-laden power lies in the hearts of men.
The heat of anger flares before it's tamped down, hard, His expression is closed and tight, and he types the words almost automatically before he can allow his anger to get the best of him. Someone would be... disappointed in him if he gave in to it that easily after all this time. Right?
The words he comes forward with for her are thus: The scariest experience for me was watching humans slaughter and take whatever they pleased, leaving nothing left alive. It should work. It's close enough to give the story without being too raw, perhaps for her sake. "We can be an awful sort. I'm sorry that you dealt with that." His cool tone is back - but it won't be hard for her, after all that, to judge it for what it is. Beneath it lies the tumult of someone struggling to control his own emotions.
Large fingers hold the phone out, and he chews on a thought for a long moment. "... I don't know if I'd be any good at it, but I can help you learn to read, if you want. Phones - these things - are very useful." Never mind that they're in some insane horror-show of a world. He's never cared about how hard things are for him, only for others.
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He was, in essence, a warm person. Physically and mentally, and his temper... well. Easily, it's not likely to be turned on her, but it'll be a notable fact in general. He tries to keep it in check, but he's... it's a long story.
"You're probably right, but it might not force truth." It's all he offers before she starts her story. Admittedly, it's difficult to listen to - though his memory holds no joy in his destruction, it doesn't change the fact that he's seen it in person. Over and over... that he knows exactly what explosive, fire-laden power lies in the hearts of men.
The heat of anger flares before it's tamped down, hard, His expression is closed and tight, and he types the words almost automatically before he can allow his anger to get the best of him. Someone would be... disappointed in him if he gave in to it that easily after all this time. Right?
The words he comes forward with for her are thus: The scariest experience for me was watching humans slaughter and take whatever they pleased, leaving nothing left alive. It should work. It's close enough to give the story without being too raw, perhaps for her sake. "We can be an awful sort. I'm sorry that you dealt with that." His cool tone is back - but it won't be hard for her, after all that, to judge it for what it is. Beneath it lies the tumult of someone struggling to control his own emotions.
Large fingers hold the phone out, and he chews on a thought for a long moment. "... I don't know if I'd be any good at it, but I can help you learn to read, if you want. Phones - these things - are very useful." Never mind that they're in some insane horror-show of a world. He's never cared about how hard things are for him, only for others.