"Fair enough, won't bring it up again." He says, rubbing the back of his neck. That idea really stressed her out, it seemed. He wonders if Lucia was normally this anxious, or if the sudden change in atmosphere into the unknown was exacerbating her stresses.
Something he understood, but couldn't personally relate to. He liked a good adventure, even if it was cold and wet and miserable and full of weird slimy worms. He was enjoying this little excursion away from his normal duties. Childe figures it'll all make a great story to tell his younger siblings when he gets home.
If he gets home.
But he's gotten out of worse places before (The Abyss. Prison.), so he's not going to worry about that.
"Oh, this? Yeah, it's fine. Casper's okay, too. I got him pretty good, but he seemed to be fine when we parted." Childe shrugs. He swears he wasn't trying to be a rude prick and attack people out of nowhere.
(Speaking of attacking people!)
"Know him? Perhaps you could say that. I have... something of a score to settle, with him." Childe says, eyes wide like dinner plates. There's a hungry look in them, and his hands itched to summon his blades and go look for the judge and drag him down to the Harbinger's level by force. Sure, making enemies out the gate wasn't a great idea when they were trapped in the same... relatively confined space as a bunch of other uninvolved parties, but well. That hadn't stopped either of them before.
(It had, really. Neuvillette had rendered him very unconscious before he could do any real harm. And the second time they met was more about the giant fucking otherworldly beast he'd spent a lifetime obsessing about and making a point to the Iudex, more than anything. So yeah: Childe considered that a score unsettled.)
"Nothing to worry about, though. It's just personal business." The Harbinger says, offering her a smile, his expression becoming something more... hinged and normal.
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Something he understood, but couldn't personally relate to. He liked a good adventure, even if it was cold and wet and miserable and full of weird slimy worms. He was enjoying this little excursion away from his normal duties. Childe figures it'll all make a great story to tell his younger siblings when he gets home.
If he gets home.
But he's gotten out of worse places before (The Abyss. Prison.), so he's not going to worry about that.
"Oh, this? Yeah, it's fine. Casper's okay, too. I got him pretty good, but he seemed to be fine when we parted." Childe shrugs. He swears he wasn't trying to be a rude prick and attack people out of nowhere.
(Speaking of attacking people!)
"Know him? Perhaps you could say that. I have... something of a score to settle, with him." Childe says, eyes wide like dinner plates. There's a hungry look in them, and his hands itched to summon his blades and go look for the judge and drag him down to the Harbinger's level by force. Sure, making enemies out the gate wasn't a great idea when they were trapped in the same... relatively confined space as a bunch of other uninvolved parties, but well. That hadn't stopped either of them before.
(It had, really. Neuvillette had rendered him very unconscious before he could do any real harm. And the second time they met was more about the giant fucking otherworldly beast he'd spent a lifetime obsessing about and making a point to the Iudex, more than anything. So yeah: Childe considered that a score unsettled.)
"Nothing to worry about, though. It's just personal business." The Harbinger says, offering her a smile, his expression becoming something more... hinged and normal.