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@seraphimexmachina
"You know, I understand now why we're twins. It's because....because we were born without souls. This world is too lonely for one without a soul. There's too much...emptiness. Our souls are missing, but our tears still work. That's kinda weird. Sorry, Sis. ...I love you."
Devola's last words to her sister
Tokyo Ghoul sentence starters
roleplayermemes:
“If an angelic being fell from the sky and tried to live in this world of ours, I think even they would commit many wrongs.”
“I already know what will happen to me the next time I wake up.”
“The bird fights it’s way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born, must first destroy a world.”
“I know I haven’t always made the right decisions up to now… Whether I was right, or whether I was wrong, may not even matter in the first place.”
“Running up against my sins like this– all of the choices I’ve made up to this point– today, being able to die for someone– is something I’m glad for…”
“There’s no way someone who can’t even protect himself can protect anyone else, is there?”
“Whose fault is it that things ended up like this? Coincidence? An accident? Fate? There’s no such thing as fate. It’s simply a combination of one circumstance and the next. And who is it that creates those circumstances? Who is it? It’s you.”
“All suffering in the world is born from an individual’s incompetence.”
“We’re always trying to justify our actions with ideals. But ideals cannot give grounds for killing another person. The act of taking a life will always be considered… evil.”
“You think something like that would hurt, after all I’ve been through?”
“Why is it that the beautiful things are entwined more deeply with death than with life?”
“Isn’t it arrogant to put a price on whether a life is “higher” or “lower”?”
“We’re just bags of meat. The weak bow down and the strong devour them.”
“You don’t need to blame yourself just because you’ve hurt someone, just like when you’re walking you can’t really blame yourself to crush some ants… that’s what being stronger ones means.”
“I’m not going to protect you by being your shield or armor, but I’ll be the dagger hidden below your pillow.”
“The act of taking is equally evil. We, from the moment of birth, continue to take.”
“Living is to constantly sin.”
“Life is evil in itself.”
“I am aware I’m evil… And so are you all.”
“Now come, kill me. And I shall do the same!”
“You only need a strong will and a clear purpose.”
“The world runs on power. Everything is determined by the superior power.”
“You are weak. That is why you lose.”
“We need to have a mask that we never take off.”
“It’s better to be hurt than to hurt others. Nice people can be happy with just that.”
“I’m begging you, don’t make me a killer!”
“Doing what one likes is the right of the powerful.”
“If you were to write a story with me in the lead role, it would certainly be… A tragedy.”
“There are times when you have to give up on one thing to preserve the other.”
“That isn’t kindness. That’s just being weak.”
“Sometimes good people make bad choices. It doesn’t mean they’re bad people. It means they’re human.”
“When you’re in front of the enemy, even if your hands are trembling - fight.”
“What’s wrong isn’t me, what’s wrong is the world!”
“If you like, you can stay over here tonight.”
“If you’re lucky, you may see some cannibalism and that’s always fun.”
“I can neither live with you. Nor without you.”
“All of the disadvantage in this world stems from a person’s lack of ability.”
“It’s not because we can’t take vengeance that we should feel sorry. The real reason to feel sorry… is when one is hung up on revenge and can’t live their own life.”
“What is one thousand minus seven?”
“Send all those from your presence except for those distinguished men whom you wish to die beside.”
“Très bien!”
“Sweet harmonies!”
“I’m not gonna die. I’ve got a cat that’s waiting for me at home.”
“You pretend to care about other people, but in the end, it’s all about you. You are just afraid of being alone, aren’t you?”
“You are a bird in a birdcage. There is no escape.”
“Go wild.”
“So I’ll be strong for and without them.”
“I don’t want to eat anymore.”
“Devour this.”
“Shut up and listen. I’m talking.”
“I’m happy living like this.”
“I already knew, man! Who cares about that? Let’s just go home already!”
“…Sorry. Can you fight all you’ve got just one more time?”
|| Automaton ||
@sentientbook
。༺ ۩ ༻。───── Emotion stirred behind the crimson eyes of the dollike android as he stared with fixated gaze upon the strange book, unbeknownst to he who bore it. It mattered little, for it would most likely not be understood. However, it was curious - many things about this person were curious - that an android held the capacity for such expression. There was wariness, caution, but contrarily there was intrigue. It had certainly been some time since the likes of this being had beheld a tome such as Grimoire Weiss. One had to wonder if the android could even fathom just what he was staring at.
there is no distraction to mask what is real
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Automata | Nier & Gundam 00 Au
seraphimexmachina:
iamno2b:
Purposeful steps carefully picked their way through the abandoned ruin of a military base. Her entire being was on guard. Who knew if the betrayers of YoRHA or the machines had made their base further inside. It was eerily quiet inside, a contrast to the war and out cries of the machines. To accentuate the situation, Pod 042 chose to be quiet when they entered the building.
It had sounded like a standard mission: conduct reconnaissance of a ruined building and discover anything remarkable worthy to the YoRHA cause. Anemone the Resistance Leader had remarked on the find when 2B reported on their last mission results. Interested, 2B had volunteered to adventure into the unknown. Normally, the mission would be assigned to the scanners, but the battle android felt a particular calling to investigate herself. An abandoned military base held a lot of potential: too good for them to not take advantage of.
Her heeled boots echoed in the silent halls. She cautiously looked back and forth. Pod 042 floated behind her providing a background whir to fill the void.
Detecting machinery ahead beyond the door. Commencing scan.
2B’s back stiffened as she continued to walk ahead into the room. The sight ahead caused her to pause in disbelief. Twin pods sitting dormant took up most of the space of the area. She cautiously moved closer - the aliens? humans crashed from the moon? The android leaned down slightly - a slight gasp escaping her lips. Lifeforms…
They look to be in stasis. No signs of YoRHA construction.
。༺ ۩ ༻。───── Beyond the row of pods where the curious beings hung in stasis a vast and great network of what could only be described vaguely as machinery spanned what was surely hundreds upon hundreds of feet, all lying behind an enormous window of glass. It glowed with a blue light that echoed throughout the space which held it, accentuating the darkness of the room 2B stood in now. It appeared the only working equipment within this room, if not the base itself, were that network of machinery and these pods; two of many. The beings inside were a strange sort, so very human in quality. Pale, slender and feminine. Identical twins, or perhaps clones, though one of the two - the one who’s hair appeared straight and of uniform length - was more toned in muscle than the other. It was unique, though not as particularly unique as their hair. A deep aubergine color, something decidedly not natural of a human.
Past the glass light shifted and expanded, bringing a huge spherical into view, then more and more detail as it light spread. Was this a defense mechanism 2B had activated? Would machines come to dispatch them now? But as the seconds passed there came now alerts from Pod 042, no sounds of movement within the base. Nothing at all. No, not entirely. Within the confines of one of the stasis pods the being inside shifted. Minute at first - a twitch of the fingertips, the flutter of eyelids. Perhaps her initial thought had been correct. This machine may have alerted these beings to her presence and had reached out to those who slept to defend it.
But this was inconsequential to the being resting inside. Vivid darkness, the feeling of floating listlessly absent inside endless nothing had begun to drift away. He could feel consciousness returning, the presence of thoughts. Alarm at first - why was he coming out of stasis? Had he been reactivated? For what purpose? All these questions came to mind as he was dragged from the darkness of void into the darkness of reality. At first there was only sound. The soft fluctuations of fluid in his ears, the echo of his heartbeat. Soon enough there was sensation, the feeling of water surrounding him, the tickle of his hair as it brushed his forehead. All this returned relatively quickly, yet he was left puzzled by the meaning of it all. Why had he been activated again?
He needed answers.
He could feel the soft flutter of thick lashes tickle at his cheeks as they fluttered gently with his eye movement. It was difficult at first. His body was still weak from being woken so suddenly, from lack of use. Yet he knew he must press on for his answer. He willed eyelids to open and slowly, blurring the world came into view. Darkness, a black figure. He blinked and his eyes strained to translate to his mind what he was seeing. The blurriness began to fade and soon a clearer picture was offered, one that caused the beings eyes to widen and the small, doll-like lips to part in what could only be a gasp. Before him stood a person, a woman, a--
...Human.
Automata | Nier & Gundam 00 Au
By the year of 2307 the world had depleted its resources of fossil fuels. Oil reserves ran dry, the means of obtaining that which was still present deep beneath the surface far too dangerous and costly. The world’s great leaders could not hope to provide their people with energy in an age where this vital life source was unyieldingly demanded. And so they turned their sites skyward towards a new and plentiful energy source that would never be depleted. Underutilized, underappreciated; they turned to solar energy.
In this solar age the world powers were divided and coalesced into three main factions; The Union of Solar Energy and Free Nations, The Advanced European Union, and the Human Reform League. These alliances owned and maintained solar fields which sat atop the orbital elevators, the crowning achievements of new age engineering and the endurance of the human spirit. These pillars climbed seemingly endless towards the heavens, offering new hope to those of Earth. But all was not as peaceful as it appeared on the surface. Humanity suffered, for those not united with those in power were cast off to the winds, and technology gave way to conflict between the three alliances with a steady and secretive arms race. War was inevitable, battles fought with powerful mobile suit weaponry in the shadows, hidden from public eye. The truth diluted, tragedy ignored, swept under the rug. Those who suffered were forgotten, abandoned to brave this unjust and cruel world alone.
Yes, war was imminent, and with crisis emerging angels came down from the skies above in the form of Gundams. Celestial Being was tasked with the mission of ending all conflict by armed intervention – with the needs of the swaying ebb of the tides of war these angels would become devils in righteous armor. Through a decade of battle this faction put right the wrongs of humanity. By way of wars, personal loss, false prophets and the immergence of those true angels made of technological wonder humanity experienced its final evolution; enlightenment. Peace had come. These angels whom had given much for the purpose of their creation had completed their life’s objective. Humanity could finally grow to understand one another, to change, to accept, and their seraphim watchers would remain their immortal guides that would serve to protect and serve the human race.
Centuries passed, and this peace waned and waxed as all things did, as human will and thought progressed with the flowing of time. Two angels yet remained from those days long passed in the wake of the Solar Wars. Twin seraphim, beautiful and just, they held righteousness in their hearts and the might of god within them. The Earth was safe in their care, it’s guardians ever vigilant, ever true.
How cruel, then, that this vigilance had not been enough.
Conflict, unknown yet vast. Devastation, all laid to ruin. It was as the good book described; the apocalypse had come, and as the horrified angels stood to witness all they had come to love and cherish wiped from existence in a single blink, they wept. All was gone, not with so much as a shred of proof it had ever been there. Their Gundams had failed. They had failed.
Unable to bear the guilt of their failure the mournful seraphim retreated from what was left of the world they had grown to love. Unwilling to live on within their physical forms walking upon the ruined Earth and heartbrok n that they may exist fully conscious of their sorrows they did not return to their god, but instead sought a means of escape. Within pods once used to create and house their terminals until their activation the angels fell into a dreamless sleep. Side by side, close to their most precious person left in the world, they slept. Never to wake again, never to feel the pain of loss and the mourning of their very purpose ripped away from them.
In time their location was lost, for Earth took back her lands in the absence of humans. All that had been built, all that had been created by human hands was overtaken, washed away from history. Still, the seraphim slept, wishing for a time when humanity could come back from the brink of annihilation and rise again.
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Dear followers:
Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I truly mean that. Thank you for putting up with me through this trying and difficult time in my life. Much has happened and I’m saddened and embarrassed to say I allowed such insufferable acts to go unheard for so long. I have been dealing with the aftermath and, for the last eight years, the wickedness of a certain individual I allowed foolishly into my life. The damage done by this person may be irreparable, however I am moving on with my life. I am safe and far from this person and I take comfort in the fact that they can no longer harm me. I have been going to a therapist for many months now for domestic psychological and emotional abuse therapy, PTSD, anxiety and depression. I have made much progress in my time seeing this therapist and I’m thankful to say that the occurrences where I am triggered by random similarities to past events in my home and while the occurrences that happened in last eight years and month or so after that person was removed from my life forever still haunt me, but progress has been made.
This may be difficult to hear and in truth its difficult for me to admit to. I allowed someone I thought was my friend and cherished platonic life accomplice to harm me, to manipulate and lie to me and about me, all under the guise that that person was a victim. It’s hideous to think what some people will do for attention or just to get something they want. I’m ashamed I allowed this person to not only hurt myself, but others as well. I’m disgusted I couldn’t be stronger. I can only make amends now and I can say without any shadow of a doubt that I will never fully trust another human being again. The lengths I have had to go to in order to not only protect myself but my identity and my money have been astounding. Police have been involved, the FBI and social security. I’ve been working with fraud departments, and various authoritative groups on top of seeking therapy for this damaging experience.
But there is light at the end of the tunnel. I’ve made dear friends, real friends. People who would not seek to harm me or conspire against me for their own personal gain.People who are genuine and do not bring their own mental illness or need for drama into others lives. Good, decent people. I’m thankful for them. I’m thankful every day for my life without this person.
I can’t express how wonderful it is to wake up every morning knowing I have a good job, a good home I made myself, pets that love me, family that cherishes me and friends that are there for me. It’s more important to me than anything that I’ve experienced in the past. All I can say is that I hope life will only get better and I’ll never be put into so terrible a situation again.
Now that I’ve thoroughly embarrassed myself with my tale of my own personal failures, allow me to get to the point; I love writing. I love it. It’s my life's blood. I’m good at it. I strive to excel at it. I adore it with every waking breath. And I loved this blog in spite of those in my life attempting to poison it for me. I loved every moment i was able to talk to someone new and learn more about other people and their most beloved characters. I was happy to make friends and discuss all the fun things they loved about Gundam and any other interest. So here is what I want to do; I want to come back to this blog. I want to write. I love my Innovades and I love this fandom.
From this day on I will never allow myself to believe the outrageous claims of another, especially in regards to someone else. I will never let myself be pulled into someone else’s drama or their own personal vendettas. I will never allow myself to become a target or a red herring. I will move forward with my life. I will write. I will live. I will enjoy every moment and I will protect and support any and all who do the same. I will never allow another person to sway me and I will speak out for those who have suffered any and all forms of abuse. You have a voice! I have a voice! Do not allow anyone to silence you through intimidation, lies, slander or threats to your social standing! Fight! Live! you are better than this! I am better than this! We can be the change and help bring awareness to abuse! Don't ever let anyone silence your voice! The truth can speak far louder than any lie!
Winter - Into you
Part of a fiction series “Seasons”.
Fandom: Gundam 00
Pair: Lyle Dylandy/Regene Regetta. Hints of Neil Dylandy/Tieria Erde
Genre: Domestic/Fluff
Rating: General (some language and playful necking)
Wordcount: 9155
A chilly morning in Dublin finds Regene Regetta waking to a new and fascinating adventure. Lyle wants to sleep, but Regene wants to see the snow.
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Chariot | targetedxandxfiring
He’s really hellbent on this angel business… Again he found himself calling Tieria’s mental well-being into question, but the look in his eyes – genuine, determined – made him want to believe his fanciful words. Even if it was a farce created to bring harm upon one of the most sought after hitman in the Irish Underground, Neil wanted to understand this man and his motives. Why he had been watching him and why he felt the need to guide him.
Well, Neil could guess why any supposed angel would feel the need to guide him, but that would imply that Tieria was, in fact, an omniscient being of sorts.
He almost liked the crazy theory better. It made him feel less guilty for not going to mass for the last ten years.
"Okay, you want to guide me.“ Neil began, leaning against the coffee table with one knee pulled to his chest. "Why do you want to guide me? What about?” He could imagine why, but the answer Tieria gave would help Neil gauge what sort of risks he was taking by allowing him to stay.
Had he already decided to let him stay? Neil was leaning that way, and that was surprising even to himself. There was just something about him that ignited the paternal feelings he had struggled to bury since he and his brother had parted ways. The sense of duty to protect someone who couldn’t protect themselves and to help them achieve their dreams… Hardly something to apply to someone he had quite literally found on the street, but Neil was trying to overlook that fact for now.
。༺ ۩ ༻。───── Tieria, on the other hand, was no longer paying attention to him. The angel’s focus lay squarely with the cup in his hands, the quickly fleeting warmth and intriguing scent that wafted up to tease his senses. Curiously, Tieria brought the cup just under his nose and sniffed at it lightly. A soft hum sounded in his throat, a smile formed upon his lips, and just like that, the answers dried up again. It was a little suspicious, perhaps, that this being found the most convenient of times to go silent. With any other person, the Irishman would have grown frustrated and possibly resorted to not-so-subtle threats. But Tieria, whoever he was, seemed immune to such feelings. He was so pure, so inquisitive in his every new interest, brief as they could be, that Neil couldn’t hope to become upset.
Just like a big kid, yet quiet and almost blank when he became lost in thought. A strange person, indeed, but certainly not a threat. Not outwardly, one would imagine. “What is this?” Tieria asked quietly after what had been nearly over a minute of silence between them. He gazed up at his host, and by his expression it was clear his mood had been much improved. His pain had faded now, his breathing relatively normal. He recovered quickly for someone so clumsy. This, too, was a little odd.
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Chariot | targetedxandxfiring
Neil breathed a soft sigh of exasperation before taking a seat on the floor proper. Strange, this, to be sitting on the floor of his own home while a perfect stranger sat on the lone couch, but he couldn’t find it in himself to be particularly upset about that fact. He did wonder what kind of person he had dragged into his home for the sake of what was left of his already gray morals. While the voice at the back of his head screamed the cautions he should take, he found himself listening less and observing more.
And what he was observing? That Tieria was just as lost and baffled as he was. A strange new world, sights and sensations unfamiliar and almost frightening, and a man he supposedly had sought for one reason or another before him just as confused as he. Neil didn’t know who Tieria was or where he came from, but he didn’t want to just assume he had ill intentions based on his behavior alone. Benefit of a doubt, that’s what his mother would have preached, and that’s what this supposed Angel deserved.
"It’ll feel cold, but it helps to dull the pain. It sounds like you knocked the wind out of yourself, but that’ll pass.“ Neil said with a tone so gentle it was easy to see how people were so at ease around him. "Sorry about just walking away. You were scared, right?” Another chuckle, a calm smile, and Neil offered the mug to Tieria once more. A moment passed as he observed the angel further, trying to discern that curious expression, as if that would help him to understand this creature. “I don’t exactly know what’s going on with you, but I want to listen to what you have to say.”
。༺ ۩ ༻。───── Frustrating that it took an instance of harm to come to the angel before Neil Dylandy would listen to him. Still, Tieria bared him no ill will. He was rightfully skeptical and understandably jaded. He had no reason to believe this person’s claims, for they were outlandish and Tieria himself could offer little proof. All he had was his words. It was up to Neil to take it on good faith that his guest was telling him the truth. The mug was accepted once again, the icepack left forgotten against the angels lap to melt. Tieria liked this sensation more, this warmth the cup provided. It was dulled compared to before, but it was still warm. He smiled a little and held the heated ceramic between his hands while he offered his explanation yet again.
Hopefully this time this man whom he was meant to protect would listen.
“It’s as I told you, Neil Dylandy; I was assigned to come to you and offer you guidance.” A guardian angel - it was almost comical how after so many years of needing someone to guide him, someone to help him find his way, Neil was ‘blessed’ with this irony. The man nearly had to laugh, yet no signs of amusement came, for looking into those eyes he realized just how clear this intent was. Tieria held a sincerity he had never witnessed before, that no other in his past had displayed. This wish of his, whether he had been assigned or was just misguided in his own right, was genuine.
Chariot | targetedxandxfiring
He’s a little moody… Neil thought as he looked upon Tieria with his upturned nose and his perfectly manicured brows drawn together as he frowned. Pouted, his mind supplied, the supposed angel was pouting. The very thought seemed ridiculous; an angel pouting over mispronunciation his name. What would his mother have thought if she had heard? Knowing her, she would have scolded him for blaspheming if they were in front of anyone else, but if they were alone, she would have had herself a laugh just as Neil was.
The barest of chuckles escaped his lips, lips turning up into a smile. “Okay, Tieria. How about that ice pack?” Neil rose to his feet and first returned to the bedroom so he could right the overturned blankets and fetch the discarded breakfast, setting both down on the coffee table for Tieria to do with what he saw fit. Next he padded into the kitchen and went to his freezer, rummaging for something that could work as a makeshift pack. Admittedly it was rather empty – Neil would usually just buy his meals a day or so at a time since he lived by himself – and so he hadn’t much to offer in the way of frozen products. He did, however, find an old bag of frozen hashed potatoes that he was saving for a particularly rainy day and decided that was good enough.
Neil wrapped the bag in a dish towel and returned to the living room, extending the makeshift ice pack to the faux-angel. “Here, press this against where it hurts and it’ll dull the pain.” The way he said it – like addressing a child, words kind and soft in tone – it gave a sense of warmth to those around him. This was the Neil Dylandy that only those closest to him would see. No flippant remarks or boastful confidence, but just the sweet man whom only wished to take care of others. A good man in spite of his reputation as a killer.
Or so he would have most think.
。༺ ۩ ༻。───── The angel forgot his soreness a moment in favor of setting his eyes on the man before him, the presented icepack. That sense of displeasure left his gentle features, offering a more pleasant, subtly gentle air to his inquisitive expression. How was it someone fully grown could look so childlike? It was hard to imagine this person as normal, functioning member of society. But whether he was stunted mentally, emotionally, or otherwise, or even possibly mad, he showed no signs of violence - not yet anyway - and so Neil had no reason to treat him any different than would would treat a houseguest.
When was the last time he’d had a guest over, he wondered. It had been a long time. Too long, but in his line of work--
“It’s a little difficult to breathe.” The angel’s words were calm, uncannily so if they held truth. Neil had only knocked the wind out of himself once or twice in his twenty-five years of life and both times it had felt like he was drowning on land. It didn’t help that one of those times had been in a fight, but that wasn’t exactly important now. Tieria was important. The angel slowly reached to take the offered pack and he propped it just under the crevice where bone was joined to bone by flexible cartilage. All seemed well enough for a few long moments before eventually Tieria voiced another complaint. “...It’s cold.” Not merely cold - that was obvious for anyone to tell - but it was such that having it pressed to so central an area was giving him chills. The Irishman really couldn’t win.
Chariot | targetedxandxfiring
Neil was beginning to think he was dealing with an alien and not some sort of escaped patient. How could a grown man have gone so long without knowing what physical pain was? Neil could suppose he was fortunate if he had, but that also led to more questions, like what sort of bubble had he been living in up until now. But that was beside the point, Neil decided. For right now he just needed to make sure his bizarre charge hadn’t managed to actually harm himself in his attempt to get at him.
That’s right, he fell because he wanted me to stay…
There was a pang of guilt that Neil quickly ushered away. It was completely unfounded, Neil decided. An accident, one caused by Tieria’s own clumsiness and little more. But when he looked upon that fretful gaze, the way one pale arm wrapped around his middle as if to tangibly feel what was causing the discomfort, Neil couldn’t bring himself to be upset with him in the least. “If it hurts somewhere, I’ll get you an ice pack. But you should really be more careful, Tieria…” Half-hearted scolding and a sigh, just like Neil had done with her all those years ago. He shook off the thought and instead shifted so he was sitting on the floor next to where the angel sat on the couch, waiting for him to vocalize what it was he was feeling.
。༺ ۩ ༻。───── “Teiaiel!” the other complained once again, though his grievance was short lived. Whether it be the soreness of his ribs or a display of exasperation, the angel released a breathy sigh and allowed himself to relax just a little. It didn’t hurt so much when he relaxed, Teiaiel realized. If he were calm, if his body became subdued then so would this pain. His lungs still felt somewhat robbed of oxygen - that was what this breathlessness meant, wasn’t it? But then, Neil Dylandy was here for him. He was looking up at him with concern in his eyes where before only incredulous disbelief lay.
Like this, the angel no longer felt it a chore to relax himself. His shaky breathing calmed and he let himself focus on those eyes. It was just as he had seen before; this man had a kind, good heart. A gentle pout pursed those pale pink lips, brows furrowed lightly. Yes, he was certainly getting better at learning facial expressions, though they tended to fade away far too quickly, too suddenly. He really didn’t know what he was doing, did he?
“Very well...” the beauty muttered. His voice was more stern now, almost commanding as those slender shoulders squared and his head was held just a little higher. “If it is more palatable for your tongue to pronounce, then I shall become ‘Tieria’.” Somehow, Teiaiel, now ‘Tieria’, didn’t seem all that pleased. However, he decided to allow this man this small tolerance, of only to make things a little easier between them.
