[So a cover story had been created to hide what had actually happened, and Diluc was even allowing some of the truth to be steeped in it instead of a complete fabrication. Considering how he's treated his own existence so far, it's clever...and it's going to make him sound crazy to some of the underlings who aren't in the know about things when he gets back. Maybe this is what he deserves...]
Thank you.
[Taking the tray, he glances down at the food, sitting up and debating which he'll start with. Smelling it reminds him of how hungry he is, eating some of the stew a little more ravenously than he'd expected out of himself. Tartaglia sips on the tea, and with every sip he feels that weight leave him little by little.]
Those files are nearly ancient, you know.
[He won't fail to remind Diluc of that.]
They're hardly a look over nowadays, but if I reveal you to the Fatui they'll certainly be pulled and examined with a more critical eye. Are you sure that's what you want?
[And somehow, he doesn't know why he feels like he should protect Diluc from Fatui scrutiny. He normally wouldn't afford anyone this kind of generosity, and yet...he's hesitant to do so now.]
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Thank you.
[Taking the tray, he glances down at the food, sitting up and debating which he'll start with. Smelling it reminds him of how hungry he is, eating some of the stew a little more ravenously than he'd expected out of himself. Tartaglia sips on the tea, and with every sip he feels that weight leave him little by little.]
Those files are nearly ancient, you know.
[He won't fail to remind Diluc of that.]
They're hardly a look over nowadays, but if I reveal you to the Fatui they'll certainly be pulled and examined with a more critical eye. Are you sure that's what you want?
[And somehow, he doesn't know why he feels like he should protect Diluc from Fatui scrutiny. He normally wouldn't afford anyone this kind of generosity, and yet...he's hesitant to do so now.]