The shift towards progress is naturally appreciated, partially because Garrot wants to be the first one to get to this door. It's totally not a competition, but he's kinda making it one. With each step, Garrot's more conscious of the cracks in the ground around them, eager to prevent their mishap from repeating. What if they miss one, or there's one on like a rock or tree and one of their hands touch it? Bad times. Bad times!!! But the silence breaks, and it's... well...
"Oh, that...!" His voice raises an octave or two with the emphasis, and Garrot lets out a surprisingly meek little chuckle. It's clear he hadn't forgotten about it, but he's been caught more than a bit off-guard. One hand reaches to scratch at the back of his neck anime-style, and his eyes start darting around like a teenager at a school dance.
"Y-you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but-" Garrot chuckles again, clearly incredibly nervous. He doesn't want to make things awkward again and for as smart as he is, he knows he tends to say the stupidest things sometimes. "I was just wondering, uh..." More fidgeting. Jeez, this guy.
"How you got into being an assassin to begin with?" And then he barks out a forced little laugh, as if that makes the conversation less weird by sheer force of his hesitation. "I mean, you seem like a nice enough ki- person that you would've ended up doing, like, anything else?" But then he catches himself and gives some light, halting hand gestures towards Zafika. "But you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to!"
Garrot, in a perfect depiction of minimal self-awareness, is making himself and his entire half of the conversation awkward by getting in his own head. He did just watch his little pal magically explode, so. Uh. He's decidedly not back to an emotional equilibrium quite yet.
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"Oh, that...!" His voice raises an octave or two with the emphasis, and Garrot lets out a surprisingly meek little chuckle. It's clear he hadn't forgotten about it, but he's been caught more than a bit off-guard. One hand reaches to scratch at the back of his neck anime-style, and his eyes start darting around like a teenager at a school dance.
"Y-you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but-" Garrot chuckles again, clearly incredibly nervous. He doesn't want to make things awkward again and for as smart as he is, he knows he tends to say the stupidest things sometimes. "I was just wondering, uh..." More fidgeting. Jeez, this guy.
"How you got into being an assassin to begin with?" And then he barks out a forced little laugh, as if that makes the conversation less weird by sheer force of his hesitation. "I mean, you seem like a nice enough ki- person that you would've ended up doing, like, anything else?" But then he catches himself and gives some light, halting hand gestures towards Zafika. "But you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to!"
Garrot, in a perfect depiction of minimal self-awareness, is making himself and his entire half of the conversation awkward by getting in his own head. He did just watch his little pal magically explode, so. Uh. He's decidedly not back to an emotional equilibrium quite yet.