[Dustin has enough time while Cayde is explaining this next bit of the story to finish the rest of his soup, but this time, he doesn't. Part of it is the fact that he's actually getting a little full; more of it is that the events being detailed give him enough pause to slow down and think things through more thoroughly than before.]
[The Agrii gave them the option to go home.]
[Somehow, Dustin has gone this entire time assuming that, even if they fulfilled what they were abducted here to accomplish, the Agrii would be so reliant on their assistance that they would refuse to let them leave - and have the complete and utter mental authority to enforce their compliance on the matter. He'd been bitter about it. And now here's Cayde, telling him that Ga Re was ready to send them all home before they had ever "fixed" a single storm. It flies in the face of all the assumptions Dustin had built up about these people, and he's not quite sure how to puzzle through it all at the moment.]
[So he doesn't. Instead, Dustin focuses on something that definitely makes him mad, and he's pretty sure should make him mad.]
Fucking typical. [He snorts, derisive, and angrily mauls a clump of noodles wrapped around his chopsticks.] So it's all just for their entertainment, then? The Atroma? All of our suffering and the Agrii's tasks are some drama that they can watch on a Saturday night with a bowl of popcorn?
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Date: 2023-04-01 09:25 pm (UTC)[The Agrii gave them the option to go home.]
[Somehow, Dustin has gone this entire time assuming that, even if they fulfilled what they were abducted here to accomplish, the Agrii would be so reliant on their assistance that they would refuse to let them leave - and have the complete and utter mental authority to enforce their compliance on the matter. He'd been bitter about it. And now here's Cayde, telling him that Ga Re was ready to send them all home before they had ever "fixed" a single storm. It flies in the face of all the assumptions Dustin had built up about these people, and he's not quite sure how to puzzle through it all at the moment.]
[So he doesn't. Instead, Dustin focuses on something that definitely makes him mad, and he's pretty sure should make him mad.]
Fucking typical. [He snorts, derisive, and angrily mauls a clump of noodles wrapped around his chopsticks.] So it's all just for their entertainment, then? The Atroma? All of our suffering and the Agrii's tasks are some drama that they can watch on a Saturday night with a bowl of popcorn?