[ Reynir would hate that, personally, but he can kind of understand the appeal on an abstract level. If you grew up in a town as tiny as his, everyone was in everyone else's business 24/7. He'd definitely had days when he was a teenager when he fantasized about becoming a hermit somewhere, even if he's far too fond of people for it to have ever worked for more than a day, maximum. ]
What country are you from?
[ Reynir is gradually adjusting to the fact that this place is full of foreigners not only from places outside the known world, but from other worlds entirely. It's all so wild and mind-bending but he's doing his best to adjust. And he is ferociously curious. Maybe Pratt came from a place with palm trees. Reynir's still not sure what those are but he really really wants to know.
...although maybe not the most pressing topic at the moment because Pratt's really upset, and Reynir doesn't blame him. There's a silence for a few moments, even though the audio is transmitting, in which Reynir is too stunned even to say anything. Then, with a level of shock that indicates he's genuinely appalled at even the idea of the kind of thing Pratt is talking about: ]
...But that's horrible.
[ What kind of a god would ask their followers to do that? Reynir can't wrap his head around it. ]
I can't believe people would do that.
[ And he really does sound like he's having a hard time adjusting to this information. Truly, this is a boy from a world without true crime shows. Or any sort of education on world history. Who had grown up without even news reports from Reykjavik, where crime rates might be a minuscule amount higher. Even in the context of his own world, Reynir is... extremely sheltered. ]
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[ Reynir would hate that, personally, but he can kind of understand the appeal on an abstract level. If you grew up in a town as tiny as his, everyone was in everyone else's business 24/7. He'd definitely had days when he was a teenager when he fantasized about becoming a hermit somewhere, even if he's far too fond of people for it to have ever worked for more than a day, maximum. ]
What country are you from?
[ Reynir is gradually adjusting to the fact that this place is full of foreigners not only from places outside the known world, but from other worlds entirely. It's all so wild and mind-bending but he's doing his best to adjust. And he is ferociously curious. Maybe Pratt came from a place with palm trees. Reynir's still not sure what those are but he really really wants to know.
...although maybe not the most pressing topic at the moment because Pratt's really upset, and Reynir doesn't blame him. There's a silence for a few moments, even though the audio is transmitting, in which Reynir is too stunned even to say anything. Then, with a level of shock that indicates he's genuinely appalled at even the idea of the kind of thing Pratt is talking about: ]
...But that's horrible.
[ What kind of a god would ask their followers to do that? Reynir can't wrap his head around it. ]
I can't believe people would do that.
[ And he really does sound like he's having a hard time adjusting to this information. Truly, this is a boy from a world without true crime shows. Or any sort of education on world history. Who had grown up without even news reports from Reykjavik, where crime rates might be a minuscule amount higher. Even in the context of his own world, Reynir is... extremely sheltered. ]