[There's a wry, bitter smile from Tieria, but he nods anyway.]
...Yes. We owe it all to our creators, don't we?
[Human researchers created Giovanni's physical perfection and unclouded mind, but Tieria is a military-grade reject plagued by flaws and insecurities - flaws that he can blame on the imperfect humans who created him in their own image. They aren't worthy of being treated with such absolute reverence, so Tieria seeks a higher, purer authority.
Bile (metaphorical, of course) churns inside him, lacking a proper outlet. He can't hate Giovanni for being what he is... but a part of him still does. Petty jealousy may be beneath Tieria, but it's still satisfying to wallow in it from time to time.]
If your orders are clear, then you're dismissed. Contact me when the job is complete.
[He shoots Giovanni a glare of annoyance, but there's comparatively little venom in it. After all, what's a friend if not someone you hate slightly less?]
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...Yes. We owe it all to our creators, don't we?
[Human researchers created Giovanni's physical perfection and unclouded mind, but Tieria is a military-grade reject plagued by flaws and insecurities - flaws that he can blame on the imperfect humans who created him in their own image. They aren't worthy of being treated with such absolute reverence, so Tieria seeks a higher, purer authority.
Bile (metaphorical, of course) churns inside him, lacking a proper outlet. He can't hate Giovanni for being what he is... but a part of him still does. Petty jealousy may be beneath Tieria, but it's still satisfying to wallow in it from time to time.]
If your orders are clear, then you're dismissed. Contact me when the job is complete.
[He shoots Giovanni a glare of annoyance, but there's comparatively little venom in it. After all, what's a friend if not someone you hate slightly less?]