[There's a brief sharpness in Onyx's gaze, slit pupils narrowing—but it turns into an even sharper grin, his brow furrowed under his mask.]
Are you under the same delusions as the boy, then?
[The idea that anything Rion would feel for him was genuine seems like nothing more than that—a delusion. And yet Ferran can't help but cling to it, even though he knows the man would never express anything so genuine. However strong his desire to make it into reality, the likely truth of the matter comes through with the dream's portrayal of his guardian.]
Perhaps I've done too good a job of acting, that either of you would believe such a thing. I'd think after admitting to the murder of his family that all of that would have been rendered moot.
[In case Hans was under the impression that Ferran's feelings were anything resembling reasonable...]
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Are you under the same delusions as the boy, then?
[The idea that anything Rion would feel for him was genuine seems like nothing more than that—a delusion. And yet Ferran can't help but cling to it, even though he knows the man would never express anything so genuine. However strong his desire to make it into reality, the likely truth of the matter comes through with the dream's portrayal of his guardian.]
Perhaps I've done too good a job of acting, that either of you would believe such a thing. I'd think after admitting to the murder of his family that all of that would have been rendered moot.
[In case Hans was under the impression that Ferran's feelings were anything resembling reasonable...]