Right. Klavier might have been generally trusting but he was not gullible or an idiot. Someone couldn't just break his trust, pat it away, and think everything would be just fine. So the boy could say he wasn't mad all he wanted. That didn't mean Klavier would believe a word of it. He knew better than to lower his guard around this one ever again.
Naturally, that meant he didn't take that 'apology' to heart either. But he took the book and pen from Albedo, glad to have both items back and out of the kid's hands with little fanfare. He regarded both statements with a blank silence, simply watching Albedo with the wariness anyone would use with someone they considered potentially unpredictable and dangerous.
It was a good thing Klavier was generally accustomed to seeing fresh wounds of the potentially lethal variety. Seven years of homicide cases tended to thicken one's resistance to such things. But it was impossible to be completely numb to such sights, and his experience was with bodies already dead, not living walking ones and certainly not children.
Still, he stared at the wound for a few moments, unfortunately continuing to play over-analyst over everything. Whatever that ability was supposed to be considered... it certainly was no magic. That glow was moving, slowly but visibly, like watching an ice cube melt on a hot day. It looked like it worked in layers, judging by the amount of sore redness in a wider than normal area around the wound. The top layer skin hadn't been fully completed and--
Klavier swallowed and looked away, somewhere between sick and annoyed. He had just said he didn't need another demonstration. He didn't want to see it. He didn't like it. It was taking all of his will power now to keep his mouth shut to prevent himself from digging this any deeper. So much so, he bit his bottom lip to prevent himself from blurting anything out. Like, Don't. Cover that up. Why are you showing me this? Don't touch it. Please. Stop it. Go away. Get away from me. He took a deep breath and tried to will that image of a slowly recovering, deep wound out of his mind before he had nightmares for weeks.
Yes. He was not going to be eating today after all.
Albedo brought him back with that statement that he wouldn't know, and Klavier turned to him, trying to bite back his annoyance all over again. It was his phrase. How could he NOT know? Klavier was fluent in two languages and familiar enough with a third, none of which being Latin. But the words Nobis Pacem made it fairly obvious of the language. Unless Albedo was saying he's simply made the words up.
"Give me... peace?" he repeated carefully, apparently unable to keep himself entirely silent as he'd planned. Albedo had a look in his eyes, a desperate look. Something like exhaustion but... no, that wasn't quite right either. It was hard to describe. Klavier's natural curiosity was nagging at him to ask. To get Albedo to say more. Elaborate. Open up.
But he stopped himself again. No. Not again. He would not fall for this child act twice. Klavier was not going to allow himself to get provoked into participating any further. "I see," he said, though he didn't see at all. He stood up from his couch, but wasn't hasty in turning his back to the child yet. "Interesting choice." He glanced at the wound again quickly before focusing squarely on Albedo's eyes. "...Be sure to ask for a new bandage."
That was all the compassion he was going to get verbally from Klavier. Any further nitpicks about infection and touching it and such would likely get mocked anyway. He already felt like he was wasting his breath as is.
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Naturally, that meant he didn't take that 'apology' to heart either. But he took the book and pen from Albedo, glad to have both items back and out of the kid's hands with little fanfare. He regarded both statements with a blank silence, simply watching Albedo with the wariness anyone would use with someone they considered potentially unpredictable and dangerous.
It was a good thing Klavier was generally accustomed to seeing fresh wounds of the potentially lethal variety. Seven years of homicide cases tended to thicken one's resistance to such things. But it was impossible to be completely numb to such sights, and his experience was with bodies already dead, not living walking ones and certainly not children.
Still, he stared at the wound for a few moments, unfortunately continuing to play over-analyst over everything. Whatever that ability was supposed to be considered... it certainly was no magic. That glow was moving, slowly but visibly, like watching an ice cube melt on a hot day. It looked like it worked in layers, judging by the amount of sore redness in a wider than normal area around the wound. The top layer skin hadn't been fully completed and--
Klavier swallowed and looked away, somewhere between sick and annoyed. He had just said he didn't need another demonstration. He didn't want to see it. He didn't like it. It was taking all of his will power now to keep his mouth shut to prevent himself from digging this any deeper. So much so, he bit his bottom lip to prevent himself from blurting anything out. Like, Don't. Cover that up. Why are you showing me this? Don't touch it. Please. Stop it. Go away. Get away from me. He took a deep breath and tried to will that image of a slowly recovering, deep wound out of his mind before he had nightmares for weeks.
Yes. He was not going to be eating today after all.
Albedo brought him back with that statement that he wouldn't know, and Klavier turned to him, trying to bite back his annoyance all over again. It was his phrase. How could he NOT know? Klavier was fluent in two languages and familiar enough with a third, none of which being Latin. But the words Nobis Pacem made it fairly obvious of the language. Unless Albedo was saying he's simply made the words up.
"Give me... peace?" he repeated carefully, apparently unable to keep himself entirely silent as he'd planned. Albedo had a look in his eyes, a desperate look. Something like exhaustion but... no, that wasn't quite right either. It was hard to describe. Klavier's natural curiosity was nagging at him to ask. To get Albedo to say more. Elaborate. Open up.
But he stopped himself again. No. Not again. He would not fall for this child act twice. Klavier was not going to allow himself to get provoked into participating any further. "I see," he said, though he didn't see at all. He stood up from his couch, but wasn't hasty in turning his back to the child yet. "Interesting choice." He glanced at the wound again quickly before focusing squarely on Albedo's eyes. "...Be sure to ask for a new bandage."
That was all the compassion he was going to get verbally from Klavier. Any further nitpicks about infection and touching it and such would likely get mocked anyway. He already felt like he was wasting his breath as is.