[Ah. That tone again. Lobelia's posture stiffens, not out of anger, but because sincerity always lands too close to the bone. He looks away, smoothing a hand over the cover of some book he isn't really seeing.]
Talk to you? I do talk to you. Constantly. Endlessly. You may even regret encouraging it one day.
[A soft laugh— too airy, too quick.]
I'm not leaving you behind. I'm simply moving quickly. And you're very determined to keep up, non? That's all this is.
[He lifts his eyes again, attempting a smile that doesn't quite settle.]
But if it eases your mind: I'm not hiding anything from you. Not intentionally.
[Lobelia follows Hansa like a sheep follows its shepherd.............. until it quickly becomes evident that Hansa has no fucking idea where he's going. Brother in Christ, how did you even make it to his study.]
Mon Père... Do you have any clue where your feet are leading us?
[He gestures vaguely for Hansa to continue. It's fine. It's all fine. Surely Hansa will figure it out.]
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Talk to you? I do talk to you. Constantly. Endlessly. You may even regret encouraging it one day.
[A soft laugh— too airy, too quick.]
I'm not leaving you behind. I'm simply moving quickly. And you're very determined to keep up, non? That's all this is.
[He lifts his eyes again, attempting a smile that doesn't quite settle.]
But if it eases your mind: I'm not hiding anything from you. Not intentionally.
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[He doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know anything. Everything feels like its sliding out of his hands.]
[A tilt of his head.]
...Do you want to go to the well? With me. Just because.
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[His eyes aren't smiling? Lobelia turns to catch his reflection in the window. Ah. So they aren't.]
I suppose I could do with a break from my studies. Well then... you'll lead, won't you?
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[Anything for Lobelia. He smiles.]
You just follow me.
[As he goes the complete opposite of where it is because he's lost his sense of direction.]
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Mon Père... Do you have any clue where your feet are leading us?
[He gestures vaguely for Hansa to continue. It's fine. It's all fine. Surely Hansa will figure it out.]
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[please....he knows things....]
Right?
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[Lobelia circles behind Hansa and pushes him in the direction of the well. That way. Go that way.........]