He'd rather hoped touching the hourglass would draw out the real person behind the fights. Oh well, when one door close, another opened. Never mind the king seemed to have favourite people. He only just now connected the chocolate strawberries to what Weber said about chocolate pillow cookies. Perhaps if he wanted to appease the king, he'd bring him something--a slice of Evelyn's cake perhaps? ...It still had to be good, hadn't it? Granted, it'd been in stasis for...a really long time.
No, he was letting his mind wander away on one too many stray tangents.
"What about life?" he asked, both eyebrows raised in question. "Surely there must be a counterpoint to the hourglass of death; something that can bring life. Or if not life exactly, something to balance it out."
A frown crossed his expression. Even if there was some device or object, it hadn't been of any use before now. "Another question for you. You're not in charge of this, and yet you're overseeing it and enforce the rules, like the one where combatants can't seek outside help during the match. I take it that extends to any strong action taken from an outside party while the match is taking place even if the combatants aren't actually seeking out such aid?"
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No, he was letting his mind wander away on one too many stray tangents.
"What about life?" he asked, both eyebrows raised in question. "Surely there must be a counterpoint to the hourglass of death; something that can bring life. Or if not life exactly, something to balance it out."
A frown crossed his expression. Even if there was some device or object, it hadn't been of any use before now. "Another question for you. You're not in charge of this, and yet you're overseeing it and enforce the rules, like the one where combatants can't seek outside help during the match. I take it that extends to any strong action taken from an outside party while the match is taking place even if the combatants aren't actually seeking out such aid?"