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[ Ah, yes, he’s recovering from that dark, pensive moment quickly, because Gregor makes it easy… Maybe it’s at his expense, but Hugo’s mischief and teasing is light and good-natured, at least. ]

Really? Neither of you do? [ He tuts, shaking his head as he draws back now that they both have their refill. ] I understand the difficulty, just based on what you’ve said about home, but goodness! Maybe I should be the one taking you out on a date first as practice~.

[ As usual, it’s hard to tell how much of that is a joke, but there’s part of it that isn’t. He wouldn’t be opposed, anyways. Considering what he’d just explained, a platonic date isn’t out of the ordinary for him. He’ll think on some ideas, but first. He can’t help but dig into that little passing remark. ]

…Though, since you mentioned it, I’m curious, if you don’t mind. They’re a Spectral, as I recall, so what is their diet nowadays, do you know?

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As-- what?

[now that's a suggestion he hadn't expected, even if it is probably just a joke...

and he's not sure how to feel about that, actually. even if it's not only teasing after all, something about it-- well, it doesn't quite rub him the wrong way, but there's a strange feel to it regardless. more of a brush of something just a little out of place.

it'd be no big deal, naturally. just practice. nothing to it! (maybe it's that it's close to the idea of a pity date? but he isn't going to examine that any further when he has a perfectly good question to pay attention to.)]

They, er, they're a Spectral, yeah. Think they phrased it as... consuming 'life', more or less?

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[ Hugo just laughs without confirming his comment one way or the other, but it’s only because his question is more important. His air in asking is casual, like he’s just curious how his fellow Spectrals differ, but truthfully? He’s much more deeply invested in just how morbid their new diets seem to be. He knows this is potentially opening up the door for Gregor to ask in turn, but that just makes it a little test, right?

(He doesn’t like that he thinks this way.) ]

Ah, something figurative, you mean? It seems like most of us are blood drinkers, so… That’s a bit more literal.

[ And considering Hugo’s little fangs, it’s easy to assume that he’s in that category too. ]

…Does it bother you? That it’s something macabre like that?

[verminous]

Well, they don't have a mouth, so... little bit figurative, yeah.

[there's-- not much reaction from him at the last question either, actually, just a half-shrug as he takes another drink from his glass.]

And I'd be a pretty big hypocrite if I said it bothered me all that much. It's... of course I'm no big fan of killing. I'd rather not when we can avoid it, it's a shame to have to take a life, but... so it goes in the City.

[either you get real good at compartmentalizing it, at separating the necessary targets from others, or you don't survive war-- which has been an invaluable skill when it comes to working for something like limbus company, as it turned out.

after a pause, he exhales a little puff of a breath. ah, fuck it.]

Lemme put it this way. The vehicle we use back home runs on human fuel, and I've been watching that damn thing chew people up for months. I can't go and get all squeamish about that now.

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[ At first, Hugo’s expression stays about the same—curious, but polite, because he’s trying to create a little distance from his own curiosity. So, Gregor’s answer is a little bit of a relief, even though it doesn’t show outwardly. If that’s his opinion, then maybe he could— ]

What?

[ The thought dies immediately as Gregor continues, and the polite expression just becomes one of pure bafflement. He almost feels like he misheard, because that doesn’t even make sense. Does it? ]

Sorry, I— [ ??? ] I wasn’t expecting that. You’re being serious, aren’t you?

[ It’s practically a rhetorical question, though. It’s not really like Gregor to joke around, uh. At all, really? That’s more Hugo’s thing between the two of them, but even so, it wasn’t exactly this. ]

No, don’t answer that. Of course you are. But… No wonder, I guess. I thought New Eridu could be quite brutal at times, but it seems like your city one-ups it easily.

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Yeah, it's good at that, from what I've gathered about the places other people come from. ...They, uh, do usually attack us first, for the record. Not like we've had to go around looking for fuel.

[which also says something about the way things are in the city, if they get enough fuel to run the thing off of being attacked.

his fingers run through his vines, shoving them back behind an ear.]

Nobody can help what they've gotta do to survive in circumstances like this, either. I can't judge anyone for that-- a colleague of mine's a blood drinker too, y'know. Kept it under wraps for a long time before we found out. I've never thought any less of her for what she is.