He follows behind her with heavier steps, pausing to deposit his things on a table, things he brought along in anticipation of not always being necessary, or only being necessary for the things he can do without paying attention, out of the entirely misguided belief that he won't be entertained and distracted by noisy destruction. He should know better. But instead, he brought notes on the Magisterium.
Still: immediately distracted. Kostos makes his way to the sets of armor at the edge of the room (which feels quieter than the rest of the Gallows, where quiet means less crowded by spirits pressed against the Veil; they didn't execute anyone in this room, probably; it makes his shoulders relax just a little) and touches a pauldron.
"If they do ever invent armor we can't destroy, you'll be in trouble, won't you."
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He does.
He follows behind her with heavier steps, pausing to deposit his things on a table, things he brought along in anticipation of not always being necessary, or only being necessary for the things he can do without paying attention, out of the entirely misguided belief that he won't be entertained and distracted by noisy destruction. He should know better. But instead, he brought notes on the Magisterium.
Still: immediately distracted. Kostos makes his way to the sets of armor at the edge of the room (which feels quieter than the rest of the Gallows, where quiet means less crowded by spirits pressed against the Veil; they didn't execute anyone in this room, probably; it makes his shoulders relax just a little) and touches a pauldron.
"If they do ever invent armor we can't destroy, you'll be in trouble, won't you."