Childe was hoping she would have had some useful information in her ideals, but they seem rather dull and generic at best. Why is that, he wonders. It can't be simply true.
Nevertheless, he has to acknowledge Emet-Selch's words that time is wasting away and Vaeka being unwilling to ramble off anything of interest (regardless of its true value) makes it difficult for Childe to twist and otherwise circumvent around her being tortured further.
...Her comment about them never knowing a Horos without the Regent is potentially interesting information if she means there's no history of such prior, but asking about that directly would definitely be seen as attempting to stall Emet-Selch's session.
...Well, she's not the first prisoner he's attempted to give something to latch onto and potentially avoid a grueling punishment but failed to do so.
Then again... Maybe he can twist it a tiny bit more?
"...Fair enough on not knowing a Horos without a Regent, but don't you have history books from a time before they arrived to know what things were like then that allowed them to show up and take over?
"Anyway... If that's all you have to say, then I guess you'd just rather continue with my friend here," Childe says to her finally, and he lifts his mask off to the side holding it there just a second to shield his face from Emet-Selch's gaze. His blue eyes glare at the women as he quickly mouths Not helping yourself here! before bringing his free arm up to rub at his face as if wiping sweat from beneath the mask. In the process he moves the mask back further towards his hair and looks to Emet-Selch before stepping back, giving an almost apologetic (but incredibly dismissive all the same) shrug to Vaeka.
As he turns away, he leans in to say something to the other Kenoma once again. This time he isn't as quiet about it, but Vaeka would have to be attempting to sincerely listen in to catch any of it. He can try one more thing, but he has to wonder if she's even earned it at this point. She certainly hasn't impressed him in any particular way.
"Hm, just one more thing... leaving marks on her is going to give her more power in turning the people against us when they see her at the execution. She'll become an undeniable martyr. Just thought I'd point that out. Maybe we don't care what we look like to anyone, but if we're trying to get people to give up on the resistance... This isn't the way to go about it when she's going to be dead in a few days as it is."
Childe finishes settling his mask to one side of his head.
"You're the elder with far more experience, so your call, but..."
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Nevertheless, he has to acknowledge Emet-Selch's words that time is wasting away and Vaeka being unwilling to ramble off anything of interest (regardless of its true value) makes it difficult for Childe to twist and otherwise circumvent around her being tortured further.
...Her comment about them never knowing a Horos without the Regent is potentially interesting information if she means there's no history of such prior, but asking about that directly would definitely be seen as attempting to stall Emet-Selch's session.
...Well, she's not the first prisoner he's attempted to give something to latch onto and potentially avoid a grueling punishment but failed to do so.
Then again... Maybe he can twist it a tiny bit more?
"...Fair enough on not knowing a Horos without a Regent, but don't you have history books from a time before they arrived to know what things were like then that allowed them to show up and take over?
"Anyway... If that's all you have to say, then I guess you'd just rather continue with my friend here," Childe says to her finally, and he lifts his mask off to the side holding it there just a second to shield his face from Emet-Selch's gaze. His blue eyes glare at the women as he quickly mouths Not helping yourself here! before bringing his free arm up to rub at his face as if wiping sweat from beneath the mask. In the process he moves the mask back further towards his hair and looks to Emet-Selch before stepping back, giving an almost apologetic (but incredibly dismissive all the same) shrug to Vaeka.
As he turns away, he leans in to say something to the other Kenoma once again. This time he isn't as quiet about it, but Vaeka would have to be attempting to sincerely listen in to catch any of it. He can try one more thing, but he has to wonder if she's even earned it at this point. She certainly hasn't impressed him in any particular way.
"Hm, just one more thing... leaving marks on her is going to give her more power in turning the people against us when they see her at the execution. She'll become an undeniable martyr. Just thought I'd point that out. Maybe we don't care what we look like to anyone, but if we're trying to get people to give up on the resistance... This isn't the way to go about it when she's going to be dead in a few days as it is."
Childe finishes settling his mask to one side of his head.
"You're the elder with far more experience, so your call, but..."