[Of all the words spewed out in that tirade the phrase 'gave it away' stuck out the most. The gears in Flug's mind whirl. Black Hat couldn't love but he could appreciate things enough to assign value to them. This evidently was something of great value to cause this much of a commotion. Flug just didn't see how.
As flattering as it was to think his features were something exceptional-- even with his own massive ego, Flug couldn't entertain that laughable thought for a second. So... It had to be the circumstance itself that held the 'worth.'
Hadn't Flug always longed to be special? Black Hat appreciated him for his work, not his looks, yes over time the doctor liked to think he enjoyed more than tolerated his employee's company. Time and time again he proved his desire to keep Flug at his side. But this... Could it be something Black Hat despised for years, that had been just another point of humiliation atop a mountain of other flaws, had grown into something to be admired? Coveted? It certainly seemed so.
To the outside world, their arrangement must have seemed mad. Even outside of the more classified parameters, it had to fit that definition somewhere. Who would agree to something as batshit insane as hiding away their face forever? For a person they only recently gained enployment under? No one but Flug... And therein lied the answer.]
"...You think this devalues it."
[That I don't care. This wasn't about his appearance. This was about spitting upon their shared origins. As if it never mattered. Evidently it had. A lot.
Flug's expression hardens and he raises a tentative hand to simply rest atop Black Hat's. Not looking to pry him off, just, joining.]
"Ever... heard the phrase an artifact is worth nothing until discovered? Some might say a thing scarcely seen fetches a much higher appraisal in comparison."
[Isn't a crueler to give just one taste and hoard the rest forever?]
"And you're the one who gets to lord that over everyone."
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As flattering as it was to think his features were something exceptional-- even with his own massive ego, Flug couldn't entertain that laughable thought for a second. So... It had to be the circumstance itself that held the 'worth.'
Hadn't Flug always longed to be special? Black Hat appreciated him for his work, not his looks, yes over time the doctor liked to think he enjoyed more than tolerated his employee's company. Time and time again he proved his desire to keep Flug at his side. But this... Could it be something Black Hat despised for years, that had been just another point of humiliation atop a mountain of other flaws, had grown into something to be admired? Coveted? It certainly seemed so.
To the outside world, their arrangement must have seemed mad. Even outside of the more classified parameters, it had to fit that definition somewhere. Who would agree to something as batshit insane as hiding away their face forever? For a person they only recently gained enployment under? No one but Flug... And therein lied the answer.]
"...You think this devalues it."
[That I don't care. This wasn't about his appearance. This was about spitting upon their shared origins. As if it never mattered. Evidently it had. A lot.
Flug's expression hardens and he raises a tentative hand to simply rest atop Black Hat's. Not looking to pry him off, just, joining.]
"Ever... heard the phrase an artifact is worth nothing until discovered? Some might say a thing scarcely seen fetches a much higher appraisal in comparison."
[Isn't a crueler to give just one taste and hoard the rest forever?]
"And you're the one who gets to lord that over everyone."