[Dottore's eyes look back and forth from between Tartaglia and Yoimiya, never betraying his real thoughts as he analyzing what's happening here. He hums in frustration, agitated that there's no consensus or organization coming from the other side here. Tartaglia senses this, frantically trying to think of what to do next. Is he onto them, or is he just annoyed that no one's being civil or agreeable?]
The Aranara agreed with Yoimiya.
[Once again, the lifeless form of Avin translates for Dottore, who's hand has come up in front of his face so he can think.]
Hmmmmmmmm...well then. I see we've come to a bit of an impasse, haven't we?
[His hands fall from his face as he stares at both of the humans in the room, setting them both in his pockets in expectation of some kind of a rebuttal or response at the very least to whatever all this is. A moment later, Tartaglia feels a sharp pain in his head, an unnatural one but one that he ignores swiftly so he can attempt to navigate a way around this mess.]
If you're unwilling to set Avin free, it seems we have. Sorry, I'm not here to ensure your plan here succeeds. If you can't meet their demands, then you're out of luck. Yoimiya did, after all, only promise this opportunity, nothing more.
An opportunity most appreciated, I can reassure you.
[There's a silk laced around those words he doesn't like. Too confident, too polite, almost. Like there's a layer of smugness behind it all. Tartaglia's gut tells him to expect the worst, and he immediately hits the abort button in his head, psychically trying to reach out to Nahida to hit the reset on this cycle so they can start again.
Except, there's no answer. He's alone in his head, with the Dendro Archon silent.
Lesser Lord Kusanali????
He's screaming in his head for her, feeling panic rising in his chest. He looks over to Yoimiya, wondering if she's experiencing the same issue.]
What's wrong, Childe? You look a little distraught. If you were trying to reach your precious co-conspirator, I'm afraid you won't be able to anymore.
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The Aranara agreed with Yoimiya.
[Once again, the lifeless form of Avin translates for Dottore, who's hand has come up in front of his face so he can think.]
Hmmmmmmmm...well then. I see we've come to a bit of an impasse, haven't we?
[His hands fall from his face as he stares at both of the humans in the room, setting them both in his pockets in expectation of some kind of a rebuttal or response at the very least to whatever all this is. A moment later, Tartaglia feels a sharp pain in his head, an unnatural one but one that he ignores swiftly so he can attempt to navigate a way around this mess.]
If you're unwilling to set Avin free, it seems we have. Sorry, I'm not here to ensure your plan here succeeds. If you can't meet their demands, then you're out of luck. Yoimiya did, after all, only promise this opportunity, nothing more.
An opportunity most appreciated, I can reassure you.
[There's a silk laced around those words he doesn't like. Too confident, too polite, almost. Like there's a layer of smugness behind it all. Tartaglia's gut tells him to expect the worst, and he immediately hits the abort button in his head, psychically trying to reach out to Nahida to hit the reset on this cycle so they can start again.
Except, there's no answer. He's alone in his head, with the Dendro Archon silent.
Lesser Lord Kusanali????
He's screaming in his head for her, feeling panic rising in his chest. He looks over to Yoimiya, wondering if she's experiencing the same issue.]
What's wrong, Childe? You look a little distraught. If you were trying to reach your precious co-conspirator, I'm afraid you won't be able to anymore.