[Mixed sentiments-- the compliment, the wry smile, something a little snide in the comment regarding their creators that of course he's able to discern. The look of annoyance thrown almost casually at him in the wake of his dismissal. But Giovanni thinks he knows the shape of them, where these things come from, considering Tieria's rejected status, the writing off of his particular project as a waste of time.
There's something in him, not quite sympathy, but a level of understanding perhaps. He knows what it is to be considered somehow inferior, not quite good enough. He'd been made faulty, after all, his abilities only coming 'online' after further experiments and fine-tuning, his temperament considered - initially - unsuitable and inferior in relation to what he was created for. And perhaps all that is behind him now, but it's still in him, an unpleasant feeling up behind his ribs, nagging doubts that plague him daily.
But ultimately those things have made him all the more eager to prove his usefulness, to show that their efforts weren't wasted on him. That he's worth something, if only as a Dog. It's more than enough for him.
So he thinks.
And so his smile is a wry and crooked thing in return as he nods his understanding.]
As you like it, then. I'll be in touch when the target has been eliminated.
[When, not if. And he turns on his heel, then. Heads for the door. Goes to do what he's been created to do.]
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There's something in him, not quite sympathy, but a level of understanding perhaps. He knows what it is to be considered somehow inferior, not quite good enough. He'd been made faulty, after all, his abilities only coming 'online' after further experiments and fine-tuning, his temperament considered - initially - unsuitable and inferior in relation to what he was created for. And perhaps all that is behind him now, but it's still in him, an unpleasant feeling up behind his ribs, nagging doubts that plague him daily.
But ultimately those things have made him all the more eager to prove his usefulness, to show that their efforts weren't wasted on him. That he's worth something, if only as a Dog. It's more than enough for him.
So he thinks.
And so his smile is a wry and crooked thing in return as he nods his understanding.]
As you like it, then. I'll be in touch when the target has been eliminated.
[When, not if. And he turns on his heel, then. Heads for the door. Goes to do what he's been created to do.]