Haseo felt tired. Listless, even, and it showed in his demeanor as he settled for laying his arms across the back of the pew in front of him and staring at what he could make out of the floor in the lower lighting. He didn't really care for keeping up appearances at the moment- it wasn't like Endrance hadn't seen worse already, after all. Honestly, it was hard to even be angry at that point. Not impossible, but definitely more difficult than it normally was.
He looked back when Endrance told him about the sword though, shaking the long hair around his face away as his expression turned to confusion. However, he remained silent still, wondering why on Earth they'd be thrown back to 'The World' just to be dragged back with nothing gained except, apparently, a weapon that had no right existing in reality.
"Seriously? Weird...," he finally muttered, lost in thought, but then immediately felt awkward as Endrance continued to pursue his slip-up when talking about the Lost Weapons. Why hadn't he just told him before to forget it when he'd had the chance? He sighed, brow creased as he looked away. He'd implied he'd tell him though, right? So...
"I used to talk to this other player named Phyllo a lot. When I first started playing," he said after a long moment, keeping his voice low and neutral, deliberately hard to overhear more than a few feet away. "I guess he was pretty sick though, even though he didn't really tell anyone... when he died, he made sure I'd be able to find where the Lost Weapons were locked away later on."
Of course, that was leaving out a lot, namely his behavior during that time, a good deal of guilt over the whole thing, and Antares' extended involvement, but... it seemed enough without further prompting. Regardless, his hands tightened on the pew in front of him, haunted by the onslaught of memories on top of his already present stress.
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He looked back when Endrance told him about the sword though, shaking the long hair around his face away as his expression turned to confusion. However, he remained silent still, wondering why on Earth they'd be thrown back to 'The World' just to be dragged back with nothing gained except, apparently, a weapon that had no right existing in reality.
"Seriously? Weird...," he finally muttered, lost in thought, but then immediately felt awkward as Endrance continued to pursue his slip-up when talking about the Lost Weapons. Why hadn't he just told him before to forget it when he'd had the chance? He sighed, brow creased as he looked away. He'd implied he'd tell him though, right? So...
"I used to talk to this other player named Phyllo a lot. When I first started playing," he said after a long moment, keeping his voice low and neutral, deliberately hard to overhear more than a few feet away. "I guess he was pretty sick though, even though he didn't really tell anyone... when he died, he made sure I'd be able to find where the Lost Weapons were locked away later on."
Of course, that was leaving out a lot, namely his behavior during that time, a good deal of guilt over the whole thing, and Antares' extended involvement, but... it seemed enough without further prompting. Regardless, his hands tightened on the pew in front of him, haunted by the onslaught of memories on top of his already present stress.