[The robot is going to be holding onto that thing for the foreseeable future, because Felix has started this, darn it, and now Felix is going to see it through. And really, it's, mmm, no small relief to know that Ingrid is from roughly the same point in time as both himself and Sylvain? Some of the others are—well, you know! It's been a time. A trial, given Felix's infamously limited patience.
But while his expression noticeably tightens, he's aware that the truth... is impossible; Ingrid is well within her rights to doubt him, and so he will attempt to be patient. For her.]
I know what we saw, Ingrid. [A beat to let that terse statement sink in, because oh, we are using Names now. We are Serious.] And yet I've spoken with her here. It's her.
[He doesn't look happy about it, but better to direct his glare to the robot, who asks him, quite politely, if the treat is to his satisfaction. Can he will a thing to explode... he sure would like to find out, but instead, directed back Ingrid's way:]
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But while his expression noticeably tightens, he's aware that the truth... is impossible; Ingrid is well within her rights to doubt him, and so he will attempt to be patient. For her.]
I know what we saw, Ingrid. [A beat to let that terse statement sink in, because oh, we are using Names now. We are Serious.] And yet I've spoken with her here. It's her.
[He doesn't look happy about it, but better to direct his glare to the robot, who asks him, quite politely, if the treat is to his satisfaction. Can he will a thing to explode... he sure would like to find out, but instead, directed back Ingrid's way:]
...Take it. You asked for it.