[The response is practically spat, a small vent of anger to release some pressure so that he doesn't explode. For all that Diluc plays at being cool and collected, underneath the façade he's anything but. And even with all of the healing he's done here in this world of dreams, that much hasn't entirely changed.
Of course, Tartaglia probably knows that much, based on Diluc's history with the Fatui and his status as persona non grata in Snezhnaya.]
If it weren't for the machinations of you people--
"If it weren't for your own incapability, you mean."
[The interjection shuts him down for a few brief seconds before he collects himself and swallows back the sting that it leaves. He hates it, but the Harbinger is right. He needs to detach himself.
Even if hearing that sentiment from his father's voice kills him a bit.]
Let's get this over with and figure out how to get them back into that canvas.
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[The response is practically spat, a small vent of anger to release some pressure so that he doesn't explode. For all that Diluc plays at being cool and collected, underneath the façade he's anything but. And even with all of the healing he's done here in this world of dreams, that much hasn't entirely changed.
Of course, Tartaglia probably knows that much, based on Diluc's history with the Fatui and his status as persona non grata in Snezhnaya.]
If it weren't for the machinations of you people--
"If it weren't for your own incapability, you mean."
[The interjection shuts him down for a few brief seconds before he collects himself and swallows back the sting that it leaves. He hates it, but the Harbinger is right. He needs to detach himself.
Even if hearing that sentiment from his father's voice kills him a bit.]
Let's get this over with and figure out how to get them back into that canvas.