[Lucius has, indeed, never doubted that Break's fashion crimes are a deliberate statement. One, that Break thinks it's fun, and two, that if anyone is scandalized by it he also thinks that is fun. And, really, Lucius respects at least statement two, whatever his own aesthetic tastes.
He's ready to ask about the man-eating giant snake when the second part of that sentence clamps his mouth shut. Stealing your kids. It's only Echo left, and Break has clearly never had the kind of connection to her he had with white Alice, or black Alice, or Oz, or Gilbert (though Gilbert was older). Lucius knows that white Alice is having a grand time in the sea, and so he knows black Alice must be now, too. But that probably doesn't make much of a difference to Break, who likely feels as if people keep slipping through his fingers. Why wouldn't he want to stay in a little world his "niece" made, if in her surely corrupted state Ange convinced him that no one could be harmed and no one could be lost? Who would ever want to leave paradise, a warm land of healing and beautiful greenery? This isn't Lucius's place. But he can't blame Break for making it his.
Lucius's skin itches, and he rubs at his arm with annoyance. On the backs of his hands, patches of skin are turning Coldblood-blue to match his fingernails.
He sits down in one of the chairs, bracing his feet against the table to rock it backwards onto two legs, carefully casual. There is still the matter of Ange. A paradise created by someone corrupted can only stay a paradise for so long before the people in it start falling apart.]
It seems like Ange is doing a lot of work. Especially if she's taking care of you and your supply of baubles.
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He's ready to ask about the man-eating giant snake when the second part of that sentence clamps his mouth shut. Stealing your kids. It's only Echo left, and Break has clearly never had the kind of connection to her he had with white Alice, or black Alice, or Oz, or Gilbert (though Gilbert was older). Lucius knows that white Alice is having a grand time in the sea, and so he knows black Alice must be now, too. But that probably doesn't make much of a difference to Break, who likely feels as if people keep slipping through his fingers. Why wouldn't he want to stay in a little world his "niece" made, if in her surely corrupted state Ange convinced him that no one could be harmed and no one could be lost? Who would ever want to leave paradise, a warm land of healing and beautiful greenery? This isn't Lucius's place. But he can't blame Break for making it his.
Lucius's skin itches, and he rubs at his arm with annoyance. On the backs of his hands, patches of skin are turning Coldblood-blue to match his fingernails.
He sits down in one of the chairs, bracing his feet against the table to rock it backwards onto two legs, carefully casual. There is still the matter of Ange. A paradise created by someone corrupted can only stay a paradise for so long before the people in it start falling apart.]
It seems like Ange is doing a lot of work. Especially if she's taking care of you and your supply of baubles.