He just flashes him that Charming(TM) grin of his, though it does soften into something more sincere as he drifts his attention to the snake looking at him, then the water stretching out beyond the boat, azure gleaming in the sun.]
Ah, so... all the way back.
[Before the Expedition 33. Before Expedition 0. When Lumière was still whole, before he knew the truth about anything. Back then, his life was the same as the original Verso's, running parallel up until surviving the manor fire; whether through experiences or mere memory, instilled by Aline's hand, is hard to say. But at that point, is there really any difference?
...This view is good for dipping one's thoughts into nostalgia, he thinks, as he figures out where to begin.]
Well, you know that I was expected to grow up as an established painter, just like my mother. And just like my father. But my two siblings, too, bore the brunt of that expectation as well.
[Ah, hm. No. Start with something lighter.]
That isn't to say we were never happy! We were. I was afforded hobbies and friends just like anyone else. I learnt how to play piano when I was a child, and my mother spoiled me with train sets. Life was easy for us, if I'm to be honest. We were fairly well off and from an influential family. [Verso was a rich kid.] Looking back on it now, I suppose I sort of floated through life, from one moment to another, not really having any destination in mind. I was never sure if my love of music was truly going to be accepted by my parents, so... what was the point in caring about anything else, back then?
[His casual, flippant facade was set in place all those years ago.]
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He just flashes him that Charming(TM) grin of his, though it does soften into something more sincere as he drifts his attention to the snake looking at him, then the water stretching out beyond the boat, azure gleaming in the sun.]
Ah, so... all the way back.
[Before the Expedition 33. Before Expedition 0. When Lumière was still whole, before he knew the truth about anything. Back then, his life was the same as the original Verso's, running parallel up until surviving the manor fire; whether through experiences or mere memory, instilled by Aline's hand, is hard to say. But at that point, is there really any difference?
...This view is good for dipping one's thoughts into nostalgia, he thinks, as he figures out where to begin.]
Well, you know that I was expected to grow up as an established painter, just like my mother. And just like my father. But my two siblings, too, bore the brunt of that expectation as well.
[Ah, hm. No. Start with something lighter.]
That isn't to say we were never happy! We were. I was afforded hobbies and friends just like anyone else. I learnt how to play piano when I was a child, and my mother spoiled me with train sets. Life was easy for us, if I'm to be honest. We were fairly well off and from an influential family. [Verso was a rich kid.] Looking back on it now, I suppose I sort of floated through life, from one moment to another, not really having any destination in mind. I was never sure if my love of music was truly going to be accepted by my parents, so... what was the point in caring about anything else, back then?
[His casual, flippant facade was set in place all those years ago.]