Fortunately, the Hollow Knight knows little about social awareness or rules outside of the White Palace.
Unfortunately, they also know less about...answering direct questions, let alone dropped hints.
They do listen to what's told. The doors will unlikely be a problem--they hold no reason to enter any of the buildings over ghosting through the streets to whatever lies beyond. They will keep an eye on the ground to step over open sewers and grates. No rescue is expected if they err, from this bug or any other.
The statue that is meant to be them in their prime is a terrible falsehood. While their horns and mask are shaped the same, a crack that won't heal spreads down to their eye. Their current cloak is hardly the fancy thing with armored shoulders at the top (this, too, was unlike reality even at the time: there are no loops for the chains to hoist and hold them in the Egg), and the ruins of their chest are shattered, healed over with only a thin layer of Void for now.
And, of course, only the single remaining arm, which they presently use to lever their body up to a kneel rather than a full-on collapse. They cannot ignore being addressed outright, aiming to face him fully, though their stare goes somewhere over this historian's shoulder.
...Historian. One that studies the past. Hallownest is clearly in ruins. Has it b--?
--it must have been longer than they were capable of noticing.
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Date: 2020-08-25 08:25 am (UTC)Unfortunately, they also know less about...answering direct questions, let alone dropped hints.
They do listen to what's told. The doors will unlikely be a problem--they hold no reason to enter any of the buildings over ghosting through the streets to whatever lies beyond. They will keep an eye on the ground to step over open sewers and grates. No rescue is expected if they err, from this bug or any other.
The statue that is meant to be them in their prime is a terrible falsehood. While their horns and mask are shaped the same, a crack that won't heal spreads down to their eye. Their current cloak is hardly the fancy thing with armored shoulders at the top (this, too, was unlike reality even at the time: there are no loops for the chains to hoist and hold them in the Egg), and the ruins of their chest are shattered, healed over with only a thin layer of Void for now.
And, of course, only the single remaining arm, which they presently use to lever their body up to a kneel rather than a full-on collapse. They cannot ignore being addressed outright, aiming to face him fully, though their stare goes somewhere over this historian's shoulder.
...Historian. One that studies the past. Hallownest is clearly in ruins. Has it b--?
--it must have been longer than they were capable of noticing.