In his own head, Luis Frois frowns at him for that, but his mental Luis Frois has done a lot of that to Nobunaga on the ship.
Nobunaga sees the twitching, and half debates setting Klaus down and holding him there.
"Fucking cults." A double face palm. Give him a few seconds. "I know what conditioning is. I've been fighting cults for the last two decades." Give or take. "And army does it too. It's why I cannot, will not ever teach swords. It is conditioning done by the monks, and even if I hadn't declared war on religion in the most tangible way I knew how, I don't enjoy it in the least, and I don't think I ever could."
All right, give him a bit. "This is how Sharky and I became acquainted in the first place. Our mutual desire to set cults on fire. Literally." He forgets how they went from marshmallows to that, but yes.
"So these drugs... they were invented by doctors for healing, or were they invented by the cults?" Nobunaga pinches the bridge between his eyes, ready to grab Pratt with a pincher hold to the neck or the scruff like he did with Clarke when she tried to run off with his gun. "And they made you immune to pain, I assume?"
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In his own head, Luis Frois frowns at him for that, but his mental Luis Frois has done a lot of that to Nobunaga on the ship.
Nobunaga sees the twitching, and half debates setting Klaus down and holding him there.
"Fucking cults." A double face palm. Give him a few seconds. "I know what conditioning is. I've been fighting cults for the last two decades." Give or take. "And army does it too. It's why I cannot, will not ever teach swords. It is conditioning done by the monks, and even if I hadn't declared war on religion in the most tangible way I knew how, I don't enjoy it in the least, and I don't think I ever could."
All right, give him a bit. "This is how Sharky and I became acquainted in the first place. Our mutual desire to set cults on fire. Literally." He forgets how they went from marshmallows to that, but yes.
"So these drugs... they were invented by doctors for healing, or were they invented by the cults?" Nobunaga pinches the bridge between his eyes, ready to grab Pratt with a pincher hold to the neck or the scruff like he did with Clarke when she tried to run off with his gun. "And they made you immune to pain, I assume?"