[Diluc nods in response to Tartaglia vocalizing what both are in the process of deducing: they need to project one of the images this house has been haunting them with into this canvas. What happens afterward is uncertain, but likely to be miserable. For him, there's no question what that image should be.
That a Fatuus has to see it only adds insult to the injury. Although he notes, with no pleasure despite their oppositional relationship, that Tartaglia seems jsut as uneasy with the idea as he does. It's strange; he's never really considered that a Harbinger might have complicated emotions about himself and his past.
Really, he's hardly ever considered them as people. Seeing evidence to the contrary feels... complicated. And unhelpful.]
I'm ready.
[With that, he closes his eyes, focuses his attention and dreamotion energy at the canvas, and allows himself to picture his father - and what he might think of the mess that his beloved golden child has become.]
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That a Fatuus has to see it only adds insult to the injury. Although he notes, with no pleasure despite their oppositional relationship, that Tartaglia seems jsut as uneasy with the idea as he does. It's strange; he's never really considered that a Harbinger might have complicated emotions about himself and his past.
Really, he's hardly ever considered them as people. Seeing evidence to the contrary feels... complicated. And unhelpful.]
I'm ready.
[With that, he closes his eyes, focuses his attention and dreamotion energy at the canvas, and allows himself to picture his father - and what he might think of the mess that his beloved golden child has become.]