:(

...I miss...

..

...

"I'm not used to an owner that prefers me disagreeable..."

Siebert settles his gaze on some point in the horizon, staying silent, shoulders low.

"Oh, you meant surgery. I don't care, then. But my current..."

Searching for the right word.

"...owner? May not approve."

"...do not."

"...I suppose you didn't do it right, then. Or it will take time. I don't know."

"No. What did you do."

"..."

No reaction.

"It's light poisoning." He says this very matter of factly.

"There's no voices." None of the usual snapping and screaming at the Ascian. "I don't...my mind is quiet. And it's not as peaceful as I thought it would be."

"... What am I supposed to do if I can't even trust my own thoughts."

Thank you, ma'am.

[voice completely absent of emotion]

That feels nice.

[definitely not something he'd say if he was feeling more himself]

Yes.

I'm focused. My emotions are just...dulled.

If anything it allows me to fight better.

How considerate.

[He stands up and picks up his gunblade, stopping to stare at it for several seconds before getting into his armor.]

Yes, that's me. The mood ruiner. Never fun.

[he finishes eating]

Are we going now or do you need to prepare something.

...so long as you do not get your fluids on me, fine.

I am not tender.

Yes, thank you.

I can recognize that you're powerful enough that this is more or less 'playing', for you. But my concern was that you would be careless enough to actually get injured, due to lack of focus.

...not. Deliberately?

Then you will be happy to get rid of them.

...is it safe to assume I do not need to concern myself with your safety, while we're hunting?

Can you even die.

[he blinks, looking down, before starting to eat]

'Boring'?

>> to the creation of sineaters in the first place.

But I've not been scratched or bitten. Yet.

Light poisoning on its own wouldn't manifest like that anytime soon.

An aetherial imbalance is not the same as sineater poisoning...

[a pause as he finally remembers to sit]

[normally the suggestion that he might be turning would upset him extremely, but he just furrows his brow]

...I suppose there isn't *much* difference, since presumably the first is what led >>

...is it any immediate danger?

ffxiv comic page panel 1: "And in that moment, beneath the waves, I knew what must be done." The exarch sits battered in Emet-Selch's cell. panel 2: "Still, it beloathed me to admit it; how it fills me with trepidation," His hands are bound. panel 3: "even after all these years...even after witnessing this scene" He casts a glance down, grim and apprehensive. panel 4: "so many, many times before." Flashback to a much younger G'raha Tia in the Ocular surrounded by shattered crystals; his own doing.

my take on how he escaped the tempest...

[when they walk into the kitchen he's reminded of the children of Eulmore jamming together pieces from different playsets that didn't belong together]

Culling the numbers of sineaters in the Empty would be an exceptional use of my time and skills.

[He's speaking in a murmur. He's still afraid of the things, but he's not feeling it as keenly now]

Thank you.

He feels...tired.

Not exhausted or worn out.. tired in a different way. Like his battery is still half full but isn't giving him anymore energy.

It's left him in a zombie like state.