[He trails off abruptly, disturbed by the implications. Does it do any good to ask? It sounds as though Elan might not know, anyway.
There are lots of questions swimming around in his head. About what kind of person "Elan Ceres" was, for starters; Elan-kun must know that better than anyone, surely. It's hard to imagine someone so important that he'd require five people to sacrifice their lives. But then, he's not naive about what money and status can bring a person. If you're a high-ranking official or the scion to a wealthy family, you can get away with all sorts of things. Commoners are worth the dirt beneath your shoes, and people will look the other way if you mistreat those ranked below you. Those are the facts of life, and he himself has reaped the benefits, but...
A sick feeling roils around in the pit of his stomach as he thinks about it now.
A moment of silence, his face contemplative, and perhaps a tad bitter. Though in the end—as always—he manages to smile.]
... well, you caught me. I certainly wouldn't have guessed that. Though I was starting to wonder if you were involved in some sort of espionage. Slipping into exclusive gatherings, blending with the crowd, and eavesdropping on important officials. Like you'd see in a crime thriller or a spy movie ♪
[His smile is sad. That sort of job can't be easy, but it still would've been far preferable, wouldn't it?]
no subject
[He trails off abruptly, disturbed by the implications. Does it do any good to ask? It sounds as though Elan might not know, anyway.
There are lots of questions swimming around in his head. About what kind of person "Elan Ceres" was, for starters; Elan-kun must know that better than anyone, surely. It's hard to imagine someone so important that he'd require five people to sacrifice their lives. But then, he's not naive about what money and status can bring a person. If you're a high-ranking official or the scion to a wealthy family, you can get away with all sorts of things. Commoners are worth the dirt beneath your shoes, and people will look the other way if you mistreat those ranked below you. Those are the facts of life, and he himself has reaped the benefits, but...
A sick feeling roils around in the pit of his stomach as he thinks about it now.
A moment of silence, his face contemplative, and perhaps a tad bitter. Though in the end—as always—he manages to smile.]
... well, you caught me. I certainly wouldn't have guessed that. Though I was starting to wonder if you were involved in some sort of espionage. Slipping into exclusive gatherings, blending with the crowd, and eavesdropping on important officials. Like you'd see in a crime thriller or a spy movie ♪
[His smile is sad. That sort of job can't be easy, but it still would've been far preferable, wouldn't it?]