[I am so sorry that I keep failing to tag this. ;; Would you be okay with wrapping this up in the next few tags?]
So she's just been...adjusting to all of this. So calmly. Okay, then.
...No! Not okay then! How in the world...?! No, it wasn't like Byrne had forgotten Renamon mentioning the fact that she was made for war, nor had he misheard her saying the organization responsible for the military regime in her worlds had been overcome, but still. But still! Maybe it was his paternal instincts kicking into overdrive here, despite the fact that Renamon was likely much older than she appeared to be, but he didn't care. How could she just be okay with all of this? There were better things in life than war! So many better things!
And oh, did Byrne understand what she meant by the error of human rationalization with war and weapons. He saw enough of that through his work as a prosecutor. It wasn't technically a war, but it still gave him a chance to see first hand how ugly mankind could get. Even with that experience, though, he couldn't even begin to imagine what it must be like living in a place like what Renamon described...being used to living in a place like this Institute! It wasn't right.
And so the worried expression stayed on his face and he was quiet, even after Renamon offered again to answer any questions he had. After another few moments of silence, he shook his head another time and looked away. "I'm--I'm sorry." Again with the apologizing. Apparently it was his favorite thing to do around Renamon. "I'm just...shocked to hear about all of this. I can't help worrying - about you being so used to a place like this, about why an organization would feel the need to create and abuse sentient programs for war..." About everything, basically.
It bothered him so much, he'd almost completely forgotten everything about this Institute and the shocking facts he'd learned in relation to that mess. One coronary-inducing subject at a time, please.
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So she's just been...adjusting to all of this. So calmly. Okay, then.
...No! Not okay then! How in the world...?! No, it wasn't like Byrne had forgotten Renamon mentioning the fact that she was made for war, nor had he misheard her saying the organization responsible for the military regime in her worlds had been overcome, but still. But still! Maybe it was his paternal instincts kicking into overdrive here, despite the fact that Renamon was likely much older than she appeared to be, but he didn't care. How could she just be okay with all of this? There were better things in life than war! So many better things!
And oh, did Byrne understand what she meant by the error of human rationalization with war and weapons. He saw enough of that through his work as a prosecutor. It wasn't technically a war, but it still gave him a chance to see first hand how ugly mankind could get. Even with that experience, though, he couldn't even begin to imagine what it must be like living in a place like what Renamon described...being used to living in a place like this Institute! It wasn't right.
And so the worried expression stayed on his face and he was quiet, even after Renamon offered again to answer any questions he had. After another few moments of silence, he shook his head another time and looked away. "I'm--I'm sorry." Again with the apologizing. Apparently it was his favorite thing to do around Renamon. "I'm just...shocked to hear about all of this. I can't help worrying - about you being so used to a place like this, about why an organization would feel the need to create and abuse sentient programs for war..." About everything, basically.
It bothered him so much, he'd almost completely forgotten everything about this Institute and the shocking facts he'd learned in relation to that mess. One coronary-inducing subject at a time, please.