[Azul is being too quiet. He knows where this is going, doesn't he.
The creature closes its eyes for a moment, charting the best course for this conversation he can. He could be mean, he could be hurt, demanding an answer, yelling at the top of his lungs at him for being the reason he's stuck like this... but outside of the fact it wouldn't be very serious coming from a worm, he's really just too exhausted. He's died too many times and isn't regenerating as fast as he's used to, and can't put that much energy into it right now. He's one good stomp away from dust, okay.
So, Azul will get the tiniest, quietest questioning.]
...Why didn't you tell me about him? ...Or him about me?
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The creature closes its eyes for a moment, charting the best course for this conversation he can. He could be mean, he could be hurt, demanding an answer, yelling at the top of his lungs at him for being the reason he's stuck like this... but outside of the fact it wouldn't be very serious coming from a worm, he's really just too exhausted. He's died too many times and isn't regenerating as fast as he's used to, and can't put that much energy into it right now. He's one good stomp away from dust, okay.
So, Azul will get the tiniest, quietest questioning.]
...Why didn't you tell me about him? ...Or him about me?