[In his room, Black Hat is standing stock still, gaze fixated on the mirror. He's picking out minute details in himself, the slow expansion and contraction of his chest, the faint throb of a vein, the quick start of a blink. Signs of life, ones he hasn't paid much heed to before in Ryslig because he trained himself over years to subconsciously fake them, but now he can't turn them off. Everything is horrifically alive, and therefore, can be killed.
It's not some new realization - Black Hat has spent much of the past week in this very spot, staring and pondering and processing what he has become.
But his brooding has never before been interrupted. He blinks in surprise as the door opens, eye snapping up to fix on Flug's reflection behind him as the other man pulls off his bag.]
Flug, what are you doing up here?
[Black Hat almost seems puzzled by the arachne's presence. He gave an order, hadn't he? Not to simply cycle it and leave, but to actively work with the material. But Flug is very much not doing as he was commanded. Black Hat turns around to face his scientist properly, a frown on his face - but not anger.]
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It's not some new realization - Black Hat has spent much of the past week in this very spot, staring and pondering and processing what he has become.
But his brooding has never before been interrupted. He blinks in surprise as the door opens, eye snapping up to fix on Flug's reflection behind him as the other man pulls off his bag.]
Flug, what are you doing up here?
[Black Hat almost seems puzzled by the arachne's presence. He gave an order, hadn't he? Not to simply cycle it and leave, but to actively work with the material. But Flug is very much not doing as he was commanded. Black Hat turns around to face his scientist properly, a frown on his face - but not anger.]
I told you to–?