Popp slumps against the closest tree and gradually oozes downwards. This is a lot. Did you really need to say public face, his is all wet and blotchy. He's no longer actively leaking from it, so that's something. He takes a deep breath that comes out as a shaky sigh.
"That's exactly it, but it sounds a lot grimmer when you say it."
He doesn't like to complain about specific training to anyone who hasn't also gone through it, but this seems... close?
"Ol' Matoriv taught me Zoom on short notice by chucking me into a deep lake tied to a rock, and if he hadn't, at least two of my friends would be dead. But also, I nearly drowned and I hated it."
He has a lot of mixed feelings building up in layers in his voice - he's proud that he mastered something hard quickly, and mad that this is what it took to do it, and ashamed that he's speaking ill about the old bastard behind his back (instead of to his face), and relieved to get some stagnant feelings out of his brain in the direction of someone who might get it.
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"That's exactly it, but it sounds a lot grimmer when you say it."
He doesn't like to complain about specific training to anyone who hasn't also gone through it, but this seems... close?
"Ol' Matoriv taught me Zoom on short notice by chucking me into a deep lake tied to a rock, and if he hadn't, at least two of my friends would be dead. But also, I nearly drowned and I hated it."
He has a lot of mixed feelings building up in layers in his voice - he's proud that he mastered something hard quickly, and mad that this is what it took to do it, and ashamed that he's speaking ill about the old bastard behind his back (instead of to his face), and relieved to get some stagnant feelings out of his brain in the direction of someone who might get it.