Sync's gaze didn't waver when Luke finally mustered up the courage to look at him again, expression remaining passive as he listened to the replica's words. However, he wasn't aware that a dramatic monologue was necessary to answer his question, and it wasn't like he particularly cared if Luke was trying to convince himself that he was actually useful. He said it himself, didn't he? He didn't know where he'd been, so what was stopping him from making the same, fatal mistake again?
"You're so annoying." After everything the redhead said Sync could only muster up enough energy to point that out. Indeed, Luke's existence in Landel's was annoying, but the God-General hardly saw him as a threat. There was a difference between saying and doing, and until the latter actually made due with his words then Sync would hardly ever bat an eye in his direction. At least Claude had actually tried to act on his own, but in the end even he couldn't ignore his own sympathy. The God-General wasn't aware that he was still worth sympathizing, and that itself was enough to make his blood boil.
By then the intercom had gone off, signaling the end of this shift and the start of lunch. It was only then that Sync tore his eyes away, turning around in order to look for his nurse. However, before he left Luke completely, the replica graced him with a few parting words.
"I won't give you that chance." Call it a challenge, a promise even, but in reality it was nothing more than a scoff at Luke's declaration. The replica had more important things to worry about.
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"You're so annoying." After everything the redhead said Sync could only muster up enough energy to point that out. Indeed, Luke's existence in Landel's was annoying, but the God-General hardly saw him as a threat. There was a difference between saying and doing, and until the latter actually made due with his words then Sync would hardly ever bat an eye in his direction. At least Claude had actually tried to act on his own, but in the end even he couldn't ignore his own sympathy. The God-General wasn't aware that he was still worth sympathizing, and that itself was enough to make his blood boil.
By then the intercom had gone off, signaling the end of this shift and the start of lunch. It was only then that Sync tore his eyes away, turning around in order to look for his nurse. However, before he left Luke completely, the replica graced him with a few parting words.
"I won't give you that chance." Call it a challenge, a promise even, but in reality it was nothing more than a scoff at Luke's declaration. The replica had more important things to worry about.