[the Garden again. Stardust's eyes soften, and he glances away, his eyes coming to rest on that little cage. Konpeito is silent, getting cozy in Pavlova's lap and apparently trying to comfort him in their own way]
A Cookie that baked their own Cookies... To use them as servants.
[their own son. absolutely vile. no wonder Pavlova did not count his family members as friends]
To be fair to them, they did treat me like their son up until things started to fall apart. My fondest memories are from when I was a child and my father would visit.
[ That was a very long time ago now, though. ]
I can't really say how she thought of me after she created the garden and kept me and all her subjects inside, but I became the gatekeeper and called her master from there on, so...
[ Whatever her feelings and intentions, he did end up as a means to an end. He tries not to think about that too much. ]
[the more Stardust hears, the more conflicted he feels. these Beast Cookies. he doesn't know anything about them, and he's already making assumptions. Pavlova Cookie said his father was here, right? so... what is their relationship like now?
he squeezes Pavlova's hand again, before he lets go]
The point is, I still will not judge you. If I have questions, or concerns, it only means... It means that I am worried about you. It doesn't mean I am judging you. I promise.
[ That he still insists on not judging him is a little surprising, but he looks down to his lap and pets Konpeito gently, scratching behind their ears. ]
Alright...
[ He's not sure he deserves that, but he's at least used to that being the response. Luca and Ain both fussed over him a bit after hearing what he's been through. Not to mention his step parents. ]
[there isn't anything to be happy about in this conversation, but Stardust feels satisfied all the same. he did what he wanted to do, so he will get out of Pavlova's hair.
with a nod, he rises to his feet, and Konpeito gives one more nuzzle to the angel before hopping up, too]
I shall. Again, I apologize for my tasteless game-question. I'll know better next time.
[because, of course, there will be a next time. he wants to play more games with Pavlova!]
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A Cookie that baked their own Cookies... To use them as servants.
[their own son. absolutely vile. no wonder Pavlova did not count his family members as friends]
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To be fair to them, they did treat me like their son up until things started to fall apart. My fondest memories are from when I was a child and my father would visit.
[ That was a very long time ago now, though. ]
I can't really say how she thought of me after she created the garden and kept me and all her subjects inside, but I became the gatekeeper and called her master from there on, so...
[ Whatever her feelings and intentions, he did end up as a means to an end. He tries not to think about that too much. ]
The point is, I've done some terrible things.
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he squeezes Pavlova's hand again, before he lets go]
The point is, I still will not judge you. If I have questions, or concerns, it only means... It means that I am worried about you. It doesn't mean I am judging you. I promise.
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[ That he still insists on not judging him is a little surprising, but he looks down to his lap and pets Konpeito gently, scratching behind their ears. ]
Alright...
[ He's not sure he deserves that, but he's at least used to that being the response. Luca and Ain both fussed over him a bit after hearing what he's been through. Not to mention his step parents. ]
Go for it, then.
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with a nod, he rises to his feet, and Konpeito gives one more nuzzle to the angel before hopping up, too]
I shall. Again, I apologize for my tasteless game-question. I'll know better next time.
[because, of course, there will be a next time. he wants to play more games with Pavlova!]