Rosch might very well have been right about his Gauntlet and the lack of mana - but that didn't excuse him from suddenly playing the hypocrite about delicate machinery again, bashing his metallic fist into the wall. Stocke gave him a Look, reaching out to gently push the man's arm back down.
"Trying to break us." That was his first guess, even now. "They need us for something, and they want us cowed enough to go along with it. So we don't give them the satisfaction."
There was resignment, and there was resignment. Stocke hadn't yet gone quite as far as the latter. Trapped as they might be, bereft of mana and Flux and any easy solution, he wasn't giving up. If it took killing the gods here to free them from their curse and find the way home - well, he supposed slaying dieties was only one more step from slaying a time-imbued Hugo.
And his tone was more than forceful enough to advertise that. There was... a different reason for his veneer of exhaustion, and it had something to do with the 'man-eater' part of that curse. Too late for him.
Not too late for Rosch, though. Not yet.
Which meant it was time to get moving. (Nevermind that Stocke had thought this same thing fifty times over since arriving on the peninsula, 'not too late,' having to slide the subject of that time over to something new...)
One step at a time - getting Rosch back up to par, then figuring out how to commit deicide. The shade tapped the Gauntlet's chassis lightly with his claws. "The first thing we need to do is get this fixed. They use something instead of mana here - harnessed lightning - so whatever the problem is..." They should be able to solve it.
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"Trying to break us." That was his first guess, even now. "They need us for something, and they want us cowed enough to go along with it. So we don't give them the satisfaction."
There was resignment, and there was resignment. Stocke hadn't yet gone quite as far as the latter. Trapped as they might be, bereft of mana and Flux and any easy solution, he wasn't giving up. If it took killing the gods here to free them from their curse and find the way home - well, he supposed slaying dieties was only one more step from slaying a time-imbued Hugo.
And his tone was more than forceful enough to advertise that. There was... a different reason for his veneer of exhaustion, and it had something to do with the 'man-eater' part of that curse. Too late for him.
Not too late for Rosch, though. Not yet.
Which meant it was time to get moving. (Nevermind that Stocke had thought this same thing fifty times over since arriving on the peninsula, 'not too late,' having to slide the subject of that time over to something new...)
One step at a time - getting Rosch back up to par, then figuring out how to commit deicide. The shade tapped the Gauntlet's chassis lightly with his claws. "The first thing we need to do is get this fixed. They use something instead of mana here - harnessed lightning - so whatever the problem is..." They should be able to solve it.