[It was a strong, firm handshake, but not in an overbearingly dominating or threatening way like Dio's. It's kinder, like Alder's.
His cheeks colour and he soon lets go, waiting for Polnareff to release his grip too, so he can pull his hand away.]
It's not... thinking less of myself, it's just— frustrating. To know I could still be taken advantage of, tricked so easily. [He doesn't mean to insult anyone else, this frustration is aimed solely at himself. Serperior understood and butted its head into his shoulder, with an air of affectionate concern, until he stroked its head.]
I thought this sort of thing didn't happen when you're an adult.
That it only happened to naive children.
[If there was some thing good about being an adult, it was being more aware and much more stronger than a weak and naive child, wasn't it? That was his view of things and he didn't much like having it challenged.]
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His cheeks colour and he soon lets go, waiting for Polnareff to release his grip too, so he can pull his hand away.]
It's not... thinking less of myself, it's just— frustrating. To know I could still be taken advantage of, tricked so easily. [He doesn't mean to insult anyone else, this frustration is aimed solely at himself. Serperior understood and butted its head into his shoulder, with an air of affectionate concern, until he stroked its head.]
I thought this sort of thing didn't happen when you're an adult.
That it only happened to naive children.
[If there was some thing good about being an adult, it was being more aware and much more stronger than a weak and naive child, wasn't it? That was his view of things and he didn't much like having it challenged.]