[He can tell he's being interrogated by someone unhappy with him. He'd gotten a similar feeling from Giorno, just after the broadcast. He's being held up and judged, and either he'll be good enough for her, or he won't.
(because he can't be better, there is no better, he's given his best for so long and sometimes, for some people, that's not enough, you're not enough, and never will be. best to accept that and move forward.)]
I've climbed as high with the Fog as I possibly can! There are no levels above "priest" in the god factions. If my choice of powers turns out to be another ineffective strategy...
[Ha ha, that would be painful, wouldn't it? If he had done all this, and something proved that it was no good, all for nothing like his attempt at spreading rumors about himself and his traps had been...
...would he sink? Break? Understand that there was no way to endure here, for him? His dog-mouth parts, widening in a grin that has no happiness to it at all. His tail is very still, his ears forward in a way that's no longer relaxed, and his fur is slicked down tight against him.]
...that would be bad, wouldn't it?
If I need to adjust my strategy again, then...I'll do my best to learn, from whatever it is that's put me back in danger, despite what I can do, now. But I have no plans to do what it is you're afraid of, and cause more large-scale trouble for the peninsula in the name of a god!
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[He can tell he's being interrogated by someone unhappy with him. He'd gotten a similar feeling from Giorno, just after the broadcast. He's being held up and judged, and either he'll be good enough for her, or he won't.
(because he can't be better, there is no better, he's given his best for so long and sometimes, for some people, that's not enough, you're not enough, and never will be. best to accept that and move forward.)]
I've climbed as high with the Fog as I possibly can! There are no levels above "priest" in the god factions. If my choice of powers turns out to be another ineffective strategy...
[Ha ha, that would be painful, wouldn't it? If he had done all this, and something proved that it was no good, all for nothing like his attempt at spreading rumors about himself and his traps had been...
...would he sink? Break? Understand that there was no way to endure here, for him? His dog-mouth parts, widening in a grin that has no happiness to it at all. His tail is very still, his ears forward in a way that's no longer relaxed, and his fur is slicked down tight against him.]
...that would be bad, wouldn't it?
If I need to adjust my strategy again, then...I'll do my best to learn, from whatever it is that's put me back in danger, despite what I can do, now. But I have no plans to do what it is you're afraid of, and cause more large-scale trouble for the peninsula in the name of a god!