A lot of things look human. [And Richtofen looks surprisingly serious, leaning forward and arching up an eyebrow. His voice has gotten just a bit softer.] ...But that doesn't mean they are, ja?
[A moment passes, with Richtofen holding Enoch's gaze almost suspiciously. And then, just like that, he springs back, suddenly as lighthearted as ever.]
But, in any event, all of this pointless chatter will get you nowhere! [He clasps his hands together, the leather of his gloves squeaking as he twists his hands back and forth for warmth.] It seems there are quite a few minds set on following our friend Mondo, doesn't it?
[He looks out at the others in the clearing, arguing and discussing things and lurking around. There's a lot of dissent, sure, but there's just enough support for Mondo's plan that Richtofen feels confident throwing his voice out into that sea, too.]
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[A moment passes, with Richtofen holding Enoch's gaze almost suspiciously. And then, just like that, he springs back, suddenly as lighthearted as ever.]
But, in any event, all of this pointless chatter will get you nowhere! [He clasps his hands together, the leather of his gloves squeaking as he twists his hands back and forth for warmth.] It seems there are quite a few minds set on following our friend Mondo, doesn't it?
[He looks out at the others in the clearing, arguing and discussing things and lurking around. There's a lot of dissent, sure, but there's just enough support for Mondo's plan that Richtofen feels confident throwing his voice out into that sea, too.]