[Dakki is less amused by all of the Death Claw transportation shenanigans. Not disapproving, no, but just a bit line-faced and perplexed at this new development among the adventurers. But she watches quietly for some time, before eventually looking up to Nero and speaking.]
[Something about Nero's first theory seems incorrect, though she can't quite put her finger on why. As she considers this, her head tilts first to one side, then to the other. Is he joking? Yes, that must be him making a joke.]
I wonder if anyone would have bought them from you?
[She says it with absolute innocence, no malice intended in her tone and no idea that it could be interpreted as incredibly rude. You're not the most popular fellow in Eorzea, Nero. Facts are facts.]
[She wants to doubt that, too... but the thought of Nero sitting for a moment, concentrating on a book and simply settling, it's a nice one. Let's not dismiss every nice thought as improbable.]
That does sound nice. ....hmm?
[The question catches her by surprise. She blinks as she considers it, and the most immediately practical answer is what comes to her lips, first.]
I... I would like to buy a nice house someday, but that's so expensive.
...that's not what you mean, is it?
[She's quiet a moment more, lips pressing together, weighing the right words.]
It's nice to still imagine, even if it isn't a dream.
[ Imagining. That was something that Nero honestly... did he do it? Didn't he do it? It was frustrating to consider. Did he need to? That was what an engineer did, but was he creating or was he simply recalling knowledge?
Nero barely noticed himself getting closer to Dakki, his eyes flickering in that robotic frustration. ]
A house would be nice - but that truly isn't what I meant. But have you considered an apartment? As long as you can pretend to be part of a Grand Company, they tend to let anybody in.
[ But that was a distraction, Nero was distracting himself from the true subject. He hoped it worked - and that, also, he wouldn't be asked how he knew this. ]
[There's something about Nero's look that seems significant, but any further pondering of the matter is completely derailed by Nero's deft efforts to distract her. Her brother might not have been fooled, but Dakki has always been slightly dimmer...]
I have! But that's quite expensive too, and...
...do you know this by experience?
[She is aghast, and immediately jumping to conclusions. Nero trying to pass himself off as a member of a Grand Company is very plausible.]
Obviously. Though I do wonder how they mistook me for a retired pirate - bah. Telling me I'd be better in La Noscea? But I much prefer the Lavender Beds. It's more fertile then home ever was.
[ Yes. He did it. And he's not seeing it as wrong - why not? He doesn't have any other path to take to find a place of his own. (If he asked, he could stay with Cid.
[The thought, it is boggling. She tilts her head this way and that, trying to picture him as such. All salty and... eyepatched and...]
Did you wear a hat? Was there a bird?
[If there is one thing that Nero is good for, it is forcing her to employ every last scrap of logic and reason that she possesses. Goodness knows she needs the practice.]
...the Lavender Beds are very nice. [And then, a small smile.] So... you dream of a small home in the Lavender Beds, do you?
...The bird was there for utterly different reasons, I swear.
[ He is not going to comment on the hat thing - to be honest, there was one. But he is proud of having Amons' garb, in one way. (In another, he's disgusted.) ]
No, that's not my dream. I told you - I don't dream like that. Besides - it'd be nicer to have a house somewhere even further from Garlemald. Not nice to fear your life.
[In return, she is not going to comment on the bird thing. She'll just... tuck that bit of knowledge away for another time, possibly to needle him with when Duris was back around and needed a good laugh.]
It's... no, it's a word, Nero!
[For all that she has worked hard to learn to speak properly in this era, her vocabulary is still sometimes limited. The idea of 'a figure of speech' is eluding her.]
Even if you don't do it, you... you do it. In a way. Don't you? You want things. Don't you?
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That's... not the proper use for those, is it?
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There was an odd amount of demand for this alternate use - perhaps adventurers are more into being restrained then we thought.
A pity I'd not considered selling it, but I wasn't around at the time.
[ He doesn't want to be around, be seen. ]
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I wonder if anyone would have bought them from you?
[She says it with absolute innocence, no malice intended in her tone and no idea that it could be interpreted as incredibly rude. You're not the most popular fellow in Eorzea, Nero. Facts are facts.]
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Please. These savages are more trusting then they seem - if it's rare, they'd buy it. And then perhaps I'd be able to stop roaming.
[ Listen, he's seen people somehow - somehow - riding in replicas of HIS Red Baron. It's very weird. ]
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You wouldn't stop roaming.
[A simple conclusion, reached from what facts she knows, delivered with a placid smile.]
There's too much else to see. Too much else to find!
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[ A beat, as he leans back a little - stretching. Relaxing, in his own way. ]
Don't you have similar dreams, Dakki? Hah - dreams isn't the right term, is it.
[ He doesn't dream. He can't dream, he hates himself. ]
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That does sound nice. ....hmm?
[The question catches her by surprise. She blinks as she considers it, and the most immediately practical answer is what comes to her lips, first.]
I... I would like to buy a nice house someday, but that's so expensive.
...that's not what you mean, is it?
[She's quiet a moment more, lips pressing together, weighing the right words.]
It's nice to still imagine, even if it isn't a dream.
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Nero barely noticed himself getting closer to Dakki, his eyes flickering in that robotic frustration. ]
A house would be nice - but that truly isn't what I meant. But have you considered an apartment? As long as you can pretend to be part of a Grand Company, they tend to let anybody in.
[ But that was a distraction, Nero was distracting himself from the true subject. He hoped it worked - and that, also, he wouldn't be asked how he knew this. ]
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I have! But that's quite expensive too, and...
...do you know this by experience?
[She is aghast, and immediately jumping to conclusions. Nero trying to pass himself off as a member of a Grand Company is very plausible.]
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[ Yes. He did it. And he's not seeing it as wrong - why not? He doesn't have any other path to take to find a place of his own. (If he asked, he could stay with Cid.
But why would he ask? Why would he want to?) ]
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[The thought, it is boggling. She tilts her head this way and that, trying to picture him as such. All salty and... eyepatched and...]
Did you wear a hat? Was there a bird?
[If there is one thing that Nero is good for, it is forcing her to employ every last scrap of logic and reason that she possesses. Goodness knows she needs the practice.]
...the Lavender Beds are very nice. [And then, a small smile.] So... you dream of a small home in the Lavender Beds, do you?
[She's got it! She's sure. So sure.]
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[ He is not going to comment on the hat thing - to be honest, there was one. But he is proud of having Amons' garb, in one way. (In another, he's disgusted.) ]
No, that's not my dream. I told you - I don't dream like that. Besides - it'd be nicer to have a house somewhere even further from Garlemald. Not nice to fear your life.
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It's... no, it's a word, Nero!
[For all that she has worked hard to learn to speak properly in this era, her vocabulary is still sometimes limited. The idea of 'a figure of speech' is eluding her.]
Even if you don't do it, you... you do it. In a way. Don't you? You want things. Don't you?
...would Mist be far enough away?