[ The frown already present on his face widens and his eyes narrow. ]
I don't know what kind of delusion you've come up with, but I assure you that my behaviour is not at odds with my nature. I prefer speaking bluntly; most, I've found, are not a fan of that.
[ And somehow there are still a ton of people that like him anyway. Online, at least. His students too. But it's true that his sharp tongue hinders him when trying to form close relationships. Not that he desires them anyways. He's always been alone, and he's more than used to it. Prefers it, even. ]
There are far too many people who are— [ not gentle, per se ] —unable to tell others when they are wrong. Far too many who go on believing their mediocrity is enough. Those fools blind themselves to reality with 'gentle' words. I have no intention to play along with such a farce.
[ Meaning, this is his form of kindness. To force them to confront the harsh truth so that they might grow from it. Whether or not that earns him points in likeability is of no consequence to him.
This topic might be a little too controversial for the two of them. Ereshkigal is too sensitive for him to speak as he usually does and he has no desire to upset her again. Once she takes the basket, he takes a step back with the intention to leave. ]
I've said my piece. I will return another day for the other matter I wanted to speak to you about.
[ The matter of Aventurine's bouquet, that is. He doesn't think it's appropriate to ask for help immediately after apologizing to her for his blunder. It would only serve to make his apology seem insincere, even though he'd already mentioned that he had an ulterior motive. ]
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I don't know what kind of delusion you've come up with, but I assure you that my behaviour is not at odds with my nature. I prefer speaking bluntly; most, I've found, are not a fan of that.
[ And somehow there are still a ton of people that like him anyway. Online, at least. His students too. But it's true that his sharp tongue hinders him when trying to form close relationships. Not that he desires them anyways. He's always been alone, and he's more than used to it. Prefers it, even. ]
There are far too many people who are— [ not gentle, per se ] —unable to tell others when they are wrong. Far too many who go on believing their mediocrity is enough. Those fools blind themselves to reality with 'gentle' words. I have no intention to play along with such a farce.
[ Meaning, this is his form of kindness. To force them to confront the harsh truth so that they might grow from it. Whether or not that earns him points in likeability is of no consequence to him.
This topic might be a little too controversial for the two of them. Ereshkigal is too sensitive for him to speak as he usually does and he has no desire to upset her again. Once she takes the basket, he takes a step back with the intention to leave. ]
I've said my piece. I will return another day for the other matter I wanted to speak to you about.
[ The matter of Aventurine's bouquet, that is. He doesn't think it's appropriate to ask for help immediately after apologizing to her for his blunder. It would only serve to make his apology seem insincere, even though he'd already mentioned that he had an ulterior motive. ]