A murderous demon? Well then. Hm. Lucas's frown deepens a bit, at this news, but he only considers Chara a little harder for a moment, as if trying to discern something now. Something that might be unearthly, maybe, or particularly demonic. ...He reaches with that sense that prickles at him sometimes, the same sense that draws on his PSI--but he can't really tell anything in particular, at least for the moment. (Not so surprising anyway--Chara's claim might very well be true, and his own senses just aren't too refined. He could never really pin down the feeling of the Magypsies back home, either.)
"Calling people you just meet demons is usually sort of rude, back home," he informs Chara at length. "Didn't want to assume anything. But I guess I ended up assuming anyway..."
Chara steps forward, and Lucas doesn't move. He watches them gravely, and answers without much of a pause. "Promised I wouldn't." Well, technically, he promised he'd run, in this particular case...but he'd promised he wouldn't fight in general too, on his first day here. It's not untrue. Lucas does pause slightly after that, though, lining up another conclusion that he'd come to at length over his orange collection earlier. "Not sure it'd do much good, either. A fight needs to end with somebody collapsing, or dying. But you might be used to that. And there's not any way to really leave this castle...not even by dying, I guess."
Lucas rests a hand on the edge of his basket, contemplative. "So, there wouldn't be much done. Except you'd probably be mad at me for it. ...And, if you really wanted to, you'd just keep trying to hurt my friends afterwards anyway. Right?"
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Date: 2016-03-05 01:55 pm (UTC)"Calling people you just meet demons is usually sort of rude, back home," he informs Chara at length. "Didn't want to assume anything. But I guess I ended up assuming anyway..."
Chara steps forward, and Lucas doesn't move. He watches them gravely, and answers without much of a pause. "Promised I wouldn't." Well, technically, he promised he'd run, in this particular case...but he'd promised he wouldn't fight in general too, on his first day here. It's not untrue. Lucas does pause slightly after that, though, lining up another conclusion that he'd come to at length over his orange collection earlier. "Not sure it'd do much good, either. A fight needs to end with somebody collapsing, or dying. But you might be used to that. And there's not any way to really leave this castle...not even by dying, I guess."
Lucas rests a hand on the edge of his basket, contemplative. "So, there wouldn't be much done. Except you'd probably be mad at me for it. ...And, if you really wanted to, you'd just keep trying to hurt my friends afterwards anyway. Right?"