[Wincing, Anderson folds a hand over his face, quiet for a long moment following his brief loss of composure. The eye can't inflict him with eyes if he can't see. The black is centring.]
We'll put it aside in the minute.
[A beat, and then:]
Asking isn't invasive. I'm not going to unload on someone unless I'm aware they're open to it, which is only courteous. I might not have told you if you asked, but I would have appreciated the sentiment behind it. If you asked more in general, it would just- and admittedly, I wouldn't say much, but it's just- [It's domestic and affectionate, is what it is, any he's annoyed at himself for wanting to ask for that. He twists his lips and presses his thumb against an eyelid.] I said it was fine, and I meant it. Better late than never, regarding telling me about the nail, which is unpleasant information, but sometimes unpleasant things need to be heard, and I've already established I likely wouldn't be very forthcoming even if you did ask.
But, right, that aside.
[He drops his hand from his face, glancing briefly back into the park before turning to Alucard. He still sounds agitated, but that's mostly because watching children turn their heads like their necks are made of putty is unpleasant.]
It's the Eye. Some sort of evil, knowledge-seeking entity who is really serious about its namesake. You won't be able to do anything, and you're not going anywhere near The Archivist, because he can compel you to bare your soul with a few words. If you don't have information on counteracting the nail, then there's nothing you can do for either me or him. [He gestures vaguely to the street, pointedly not tuning his eyes to it.] I'll meet you back at the apartment later.
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We'll put it aside in the minute.
[A beat, and then:]
Asking isn't invasive. I'm not going to unload on someone unless I'm aware they're open to it, which is only courteous. I might not have told you if you asked, but I would have appreciated the sentiment behind it. If you asked more in general, it would just- and admittedly, I wouldn't say much, but it's just- [It's domestic and affectionate, is what it is, any he's annoyed at himself for wanting to ask for that. He twists his lips and presses his thumb against an eyelid.] I said it was fine, and I meant it. Better late than never, regarding telling me about the nail, which is unpleasant information, but sometimes unpleasant things need to be heard, and I've already established I likely wouldn't be very forthcoming even if you did ask.
But, right, that aside.
[He drops his hand from his face, glancing briefly back into the park before turning to Alucard. He still sounds agitated, but that's mostly because watching children turn their heads like their necks are made of putty is unpleasant.]
It's the Eye. Some sort of evil, knowledge-seeking entity who is really serious about its namesake. You won't be able to do anything, and you're not going anywhere near The Archivist, because he can compel you to bare your soul with a few words. If you don't have information on counteracting the nail, then there's nothing you can do for either me or him. [He gestures vaguely to the street, pointedly not tuning his eyes to it.] I'll meet you back at the apartment later.