[No, okay, he's fine. Nobody ever heard of a talking sword before? That is not at all problematic for Professor Chatterclock, Ph.D, who knows everything and is awesome.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.]
Well, it's like... [When a daddy sword and a mommy sword love each other very much--okay, no, stop, fuck.] A Pact is...I mean, it's kind of what it says on the tin? When two parties agree to a certain...usually there are more safeguards in place that you agree to in advance so, so like, I don't use up all your magic, and you don't get to take advantage of...'cause, I mean, I can't really...
[...That can't be right, can it? That a Pact by definition puts him at someone else's mercy, because he physically cannot do anything without someone to help him? Has it always been like that? Chatterclock's been thinking like a human, or that's what he thinks he's been thinking like, but on what evidence can he assume that? Because he understands gesture? Because he wants to pull in the arms and legs he doesn't have and hunker down until something makes sense?
When he speaks up again, it's in a hushed mutter directed more to himself than to Yu.]
No, okay, it has to be a thing, if it weren't a thing I wouldn't be thinking of it as a capital-letter Thing so there has to've been someone to make all these protocols, I'm not some random fucking accident of the maze, there's. There's precedent. God.
[He was getting along FINE when he wasn't thinking about it so freaking hard! He breathes out hard through his nonexistent nose and tries to get a grip. WITH THE HANDS HE ALSO DOESN'T HAVE. SINCE SWORDS HAVE NO MOVING PARTS!]
Is now a bad time to mention I don't remember a single goddamn thing about myself, or should I save that story for horror night.
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[No, okay, he's fine. Nobody ever heard of a talking sword before? That is not at all problematic for Professor Chatterclock, Ph.D, who knows everything and is awesome.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.]
Well, it's like... [When a daddy sword and a mommy sword love each other very much--okay, no, stop, fuck.] A Pact is...I mean, it's kind of what it says on the tin? When two parties agree to a certain...usually there are more safeguards in place that you agree to in advance so, so like, I don't use up all your magic, and you don't get to take advantage of...'cause, I mean, I can't really...
[...That can't be right, can it? That a Pact by definition puts him at someone else's mercy, because he physically cannot do anything without someone to help him? Has it always been like that? Chatterclock's been thinking like a human, or that's what he thinks he's been thinking like, but on what evidence can he assume that? Because he understands gesture? Because he wants to pull in the arms and legs he doesn't have and hunker down until something makes sense?
When he speaks up again, it's in a hushed mutter directed more to himself than to Yu.]
No, okay, it has to be a thing, if it weren't a thing I wouldn't be thinking of it as a capital-letter Thing so there has to've been someone to make all these protocols, I'm not some random fucking accident of the maze, there's. There's precedent. God.
[He was getting along FINE when he wasn't thinking about it so freaking hard! He breathes out hard through his nonexistent nose and tries to get a grip. WITH THE HANDS HE ALSO DOESN'T HAVE. SINCE SWORDS HAVE NO MOVING PARTS!]
Is now a bad time to mention I don't remember a single goddamn thing about myself, or should I save that story for horror night.