[ Gardening suits Angelo - that is the first thought Frontal focuses on. It's the easiest to imagine, too. Those roses that decorated his desk in the desolate darkness of space were hard to come by, but Angelo has always seemed like a person who would be at home surrounded by roses, thorny and beautiful as himself.
Frontal imagines school, after. It is maybe amusing that this is now an experience Angelo has ahead of him - a man who isn't quite a man who has had all knowledge he could need implanted within his mind without ever having to study. They'll have to be careful about this institution though. A school run by this town is bound to be full of falsehood... but if anybody knows how to recognize propaganda, it should be Angelo who only believes in the propaganda they themselves spread. Maybe that can be a useful source of information in the end.
And then there's... people. The shift in volume is enough to give away that 'well acquainted' might not quite cut it in reality, but Frontal finds himself at a loss on how to interpret it further. There's a moment of silence as Frontal also stares down at Angelo's clasped hands, pensively. ]
It is good of you to gather alliances.
[ That's what he comes up with after a beat. Whatever else this is, surely 'alliance' can't be a misnomer entirely. ]
Fielding this situation without exchange of information and resource with those in the same position would complicate matters immensely. I will likewise need to make some acquaintances...
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Frontal imagines school, after. It is maybe amusing that this is now an experience Angelo has ahead of him - a man who isn't quite a man who has had all knowledge he could need implanted within his mind without ever having to study. They'll have to be careful about this institution though. A school run by this town is bound to be full of falsehood... but if anybody knows how to recognize propaganda, it should be Angelo who only believes in the propaganda they themselves spread. Maybe that can be a useful source of information in the end.
And then there's... people. The shift in volume is enough to give away that 'well acquainted' might not quite cut it in reality, but Frontal finds himself at a loss on how to interpret it further. There's a moment of silence as Frontal also stares down at Angelo's clasped hands, pensively. ]
It is good of you to gather alliances.
[ That's what he comes up with after a beat. Whatever else this is, surely 'alliance' can't be a misnomer entirely. ]
Fielding this situation without exchange of information and resource with those in the same position would complicate matters immensely. I will likewise need to make some acquaintances...