He follows along, interested. It's difficult to get one's head around the idea of having a plethora of other people in one's mind, or rather he supposes in the Void, with the distinction of them being real and not just figments.
He'd want to be skeptical, but he's getting adept at comparing all the impossible things he's seen of the Knight firsthand and going well, this isn't any stranger. They're sharing negative space with shadow Siblings and their Void can have objects put into it and, apparently, bugs like Myla. Really, Godhome is just more weirdness on top of existing weirdness. (And it's kind of fascinating.)
"The Knight's asked me to put a voice to their writing for you," he informs Myla, first, and skims back to the start.
(There's a subtle difference to his tone when he reads out loud, the cadence of a scholar reading a text a little more slowly and enunciating more carefully to avoid making mistakes. He's not doing it on purpose - a side-effect of taking this task rather more seriously than he needs to.)
He sits back when he's done with this part, and gives an evaluative hum.
"Pantheon referring to... a collective of gods," he starts. "To which they attuned." With a 'Godtuner', they've told him. "Through combat... All right - hold it. They watch battles. Why are there still battles going on? They've got their God of Gods already, haven't they? Are the rest infighting? What's going on in there?"
His head was full of fluff earlier. Now it's full of the smell of pastry and the thought of salted radishes, and it's dreadfully unfair because he hasn't had either in a long time. Lemm eyes the basket warily and considers how he can get away with it.
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He'd want to be skeptical, but he's getting adept at comparing all the impossible things he's seen of the Knight firsthand and going well, this isn't any stranger. They're sharing negative space with shadow Siblings and their Void can have objects put into it and, apparently, bugs like Myla. Really, Godhome is just more weirdness on top of existing weirdness. (And it's kind of fascinating.)
"The Knight's asked me to put a voice to their writing for you," he informs Myla, first, and skims back to the start.
(There's a subtle difference to his tone when he reads out loud, the cadence of a scholar reading a text a little more slowly and enunciating more carefully to avoid making mistakes. He's not doing it on purpose - a side-effect of taking this task rather more seriously than he needs to.)
He sits back when he's done with this part, and gives an evaluative hum.
"Pantheon referring to... a collective of gods," he starts. "To which they attuned." With a 'Godtuner', they've told him. "Through combat... All right - hold it. They watch battles. Why are there still battles going on? They've got their God of Gods already, haven't they? Are the rest infighting? What's going on in there?"
His head was full of fluff earlier. Now it's full of the smell of pastry and the thought of salted radishes, and it's dreadfully unfair because he hasn't had either in a long time. Lemm eyes the basket warily and considers how he can get away with it.