[He holds firm to Guzma's jaw despite the new, painful grip on his own wrist. His back is screaming. There's no question that he's going to run out of strength before Guzma does. It's only a matter of time.]
You really can't connect the dots?
[That pause is caught, though Nanu can't tell whether it's because of the hypothetical he'd asked, or because he could name Nihilego as the culprit. He doesn't have much time to dwell on it, though he takes it as some sort of good sign. The situation just isn't controlled enough to pick apart the reason, especially when he's still struggling for his own defense.]
[What else can he do? What does it take to get something through Guzma's head? Of this caliber, and after Nanu's already fucked with his head enough with a dirty trick meant to piss him off more than anything? The idea strikes him, and he first strikes it back down. It's too extreme—he's never even told the entire story to Anabel. Not in detail. Not like this. But it comes up again. And, as he struggles to maintain his grip, Nanu knows that extreme is the only thing that gets through to Guzma.]
...Let me give you a hand.
[Nanu has no reason to believe this will work, aside from the fact that weirder shit has happened in this world to begin with. But he does—else he just made a cocky remark that makes no goddamn sense and leaves Guzma thinking he's wasting their time.]
[Though they're face-to-face, he concentrates on the amulet's "system", the telepathy they've gotten equal practice in using since they arrived here. It's odd, doing it with the intended recipient right in front of him - though in a way, it feels easier. As if just looking into Guzma's eyes as he transmits the thought—the memory—is all it takes to sync minds, if only for a moment.]
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golisolation) wrote2010-07-17 11:01 am
1/3 I'M STILL SORRY FOR THIS NOVEL
You really can't connect the dots?
[That pause is caught, though Nanu can't tell whether it's because of the hypothetical he'd asked, or because he could name Nihilego as the culprit. He doesn't have much time to dwell on it, though he takes it as some sort of good sign. The situation just isn't controlled enough to pick apart the reason, especially when he's still struggling for his own defense.]
[What else can he do? What does it take to get something through Guzma's head? Of this caliber, and after Nanu's already fucked with his head enough with a dirty trick meant to piss him off more than anything? The idea strikes him, and he first strikes it back down. It's too extreme—he's never even told the entire story to Anabel. Not in detail. Not like this. But it comes up again. And, as he struggles to maintain his grip, Nanu knows that extreme is the only thing that gets through to Guzma.]
...Let me give you a hand.
[Nanu has no reason to believe this will work, aside from the fact that weirder shit has happened in this world to begin with. But he does—else he just made a cocky remark that makes no goddamn sense and leaves Guzma thinking he's wasting their time.]
[Though they're face-to-face, he concentrates on the amulet's "system", the telepathy they've gotten equal practice in using since they arrived here. It's odd, doing it with the intended recipient right in front of him - though in a way, it feels easier. As if just looking into Guzma's eyes as he transmits the thought—the memory—is all it takes to sync minds, if only for a moment.]