Unfortunately, ‘Fabio’ wasn’t the type of trash who could just ignore someone who was pouring their heart out.
A character should be consistent in their actions.
Wouldn’t it be odd if the guy who always greeted the village bell ringer with respect suddenly started snubbing people the moment he stepped into the Order?
You didn’t realize you fell asleep?
Seriously, just how tired were you?
Or is waking up just not your strong suit?
This whole scene reminds me of that Athanas meme that took the internet by storm.
“I’ve heard there’s going to be a bloodless ceremony taking place next week during the worship service. It’s said to be bloodless. We could go together, if you’re interested.”
“What are you talking about...”
“I’ve seen it, you know. That necklace you’re desperately trying to keep hidden. It must be a holy relic given to you by the Saint.”
“...Regardless, you’ve realized that I’m terrible at this. So, I guess anyone else would do a better job than me.”
Can’t argue with that.
With the acting skills of a wooden puppet, it’s a given that he’s outperformed by a solid 95% of the population.
“...Tell me, what do you remember about the person I was in your memories?”
“…….”
“I’m quite lost myself. I dreamt of a plague ravaging the world, turning order into chaos.
Who could possibly punish someone with the power to manipulate time itself?
A Saint wouldn’t even notice that time had been reversed.
Anyway, Athanas’s attempt at acting was about as convincing as a cat promising not to knock things off the table. Seriously, if this guy was angling for a gig in undercover work, he’d stick out like a sore thumb.
… I hesitated at the top of the staircase that plunged into the basement’s suffocating darkness below.
It’s really creepy and ominous, isn’t it...
Mind manipulation doesn’t work on me, but the real concern is what comes next. What if Athanas or the player behind him figures out I’m immune to brainwashing or forgetfulness?
“…Pardon?”
Athanas loomed over me, his eyes boring into mine. “You looked more surprised seeing my face than when you nearly fell over earlier.”
Leaning against the wall, I craned my neck to peer down the shadowy staircase, staring into what seemed like an abyss ready to swallow me whole.