[ Ratio did not know what to think, after it had all unfolded.
Not just because it was not necessarily predictable - which is something he finds tedious at the best of times, in the search for knowledge and discovery the known is as comfortable as the unknown, a process that settles him - but also because he had been part of it all. He had played a role for Aventurine, had allowed his methodical acting 'chops', as it were, to come into play, and then had been left in the dark.
Metaphorically and literally.
He had heard nothing from the IPC, nothing from the Genius Society, nothing from the Astral Express, and that was enough to solidify his conclusions: Aventurine was gone, and there would be no sign of him in the future. Had he not said to him to try not to die? Had he not given him some means to find strength, despite what he planned? Ratio had been there to see his announcement across Penacony. He had borne witness to the downfall.
(He had ached).
Lost in his work, writing scathing comments across essays and papers, scowling in the dark of the fading daylight, forgetting to turn on a lamp, he almost believes himself to be imagining the knock on his door. There are few people who would dare to bother him, the mood he has been in the last few months, and so he ignores it - until it comes again.
Huffing, irritation colouring his face, he comes to the door and opens it with a snap. ]
It is custom to call before arriving at someone's door -
[ But, of course, this man has never followed custom. He has never done what is expected.
Ratio pauses, blinks, and stares, and then his expression tightens. ]
- even moreso when it has been some time since their last visit.
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Not just because it was not necessarily predictable - which is something he finds tedious at the best of times, in the search for knowledge and discovery the known is as comfortable as the unknown, a process that settles him - but also because he had been part of it all. He had played a role for Aventurine, had allowed his methodical acting 'chops', as it were, to come into play, and then had been left in the dark.
Metaphorically and literally.
He had heard nothing from the IPC, nothing from the Genius Society, nothing from the Astral Express, and that was enough to solidify his conclusions: Aventurine was gone, and there would be no sign of him in the future. Had he not said to him to try not to die? Had he not given him some means to find strength, despite what he planned? Ratio had been there to see his announcement across Penacony. He had borne witness to the downfall.
(He had ached).
Lost in his work, writing scathing comments across essays and papers, scowling in the dark of the fading daylight, forgetting to turn on a lamp, he almost believes himself to be imagining the knock on his door. There are few people who would dare to bother him, the mood he has been in the last few months, and so he ignores it - until it comes again.
Huffing, irritation colouring his face, he comes to the door and opens it with a snap. ]
It is custom to call before arriving at someone's door -
[ But, of course, this man has never followed custom. He has never done what is expected.
Ratio pauses, blinks, and stares, and then his expression tightens. ]
- even moreso when it has been some time since their last visit.