[Therion's frown deepens, and he looks away from Cyrus, turning his attention back to glaring at the tailor who'd been so reluctant to give him a pair of pants. The tailor is busy jotting down measurements and notes and so pays him no mind.
He's already thought a little bit about why he got stuck with a sweet, innocent princess as his Essence. And then after thinking about it a little more, he decided he very much didn't want to think about it any deeper. It doesn't really matter all that much anyway, right?]
Who knows? Maybe this place like irony.
[Probably not the best response if he really wants Cyrus to drop it, but a traitorous part of him is curious about what Cyrus' analysis is going to be.]
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He's already thought a little bit about why he got stuck with a sweet, innocent princess as his Essence. And then after thinking about it a little more, he decided he very much didn't want to think about it any deeper. It doesn't really matter all that much anyway, right?]
Who knows? Maybe this place like irony.
[Probably not the best response if he really wants Cyrus to drop it, but a traitorous part of him is curious about what Cyrus' analysis is going to be.]