[ he shakes his head. once he had donned his mask, the flamine barely gave him the time of day. it was frustrating at the time, but at least it wasn't the same for everyone else. that way, everyone has a small piece of the puzzle. ]
Quite the opposite, actually. They were adamant about keeping things hidden from me.
[ he'll reach into his suit's inner jacket pocket to take out a pen, clicking it open and turning to a fresh page in adrien's notebook. in their same shared language, he'll write as well - bullet points that summarize his own experiences. the flamines saw those who hadn't killed as "children" and "unfledged", that taking lives constituted as a victory, and that "masks tell no lies".
there isn't much besides those, but it's something. ]
[ oh. adrien watches attentively as the words are written down, his brow furrowing at what steven's telling him. ]
I didn't think anyone'd ever call you that. [ ... first off. because he's about the farthest thing from a child. adrien's lips are pressed together as he looks over what's been written. ] But, I haven't...
[ killed anyone. he's a pure child who has never engaged in any kind of combat (okay, no).
though maybe his mask didn't show that? honestly, he didn't even know what his mask showed the flamine, it was just black, over his eyes, unlike what... other people used, probably. ]
[ he twirls the pen idly in his fingers as he reads his notes over in combination with adrien's, trying to see if there are any connections. there doesn't seem to be, and that's... frustrating. ]
I know you haven't. By all accounts, it doesn't make sense... at least not with the information we have.
[ there has to be more to this puzzle that they're missing. ]
action.
Quite the opposite, actually. They were adamant about keeping things hidden from me.
[ he'll reach into his suit's inner jacket pocket to take out a pen, clicking it open and turning to a fresh page in adrien's notebook. in their same shared language, he'll write as well - bullet points that summarize his own experiences. the flamines saw those who hadn't killed as "children" and "unfledged", that taking lives constituted as a victory, and that "masks tell no lies".
there isn't much besides those, but it's something. ]
action.
I didn't think anyone'd ever call you that. [ ... first off. because he's about the farthest thing from a child. adrien's lips are pressed together as he looks over what's been written. ] But, I haven't...
[ killed anyone. he's a pure child who has never engaged in any kind of combat (okay, no).
though maybe his mask didn't show that? honestly, he didn't even know what his mask showed the flamine, it was just black, over his eyes, unlike what... other people used, probably. ]
action.
[ he twirls the pen idly in his fingers as he reads his notes over in combination with adrien's, trying to see if there are any connections. there doesn't seem to be, and that's... frustrating. ]
I know you haven't. By all accounts, it doesn't make sense... at least not with the information we have.
[ there has to be more to this puzzle that they're missing. ]