Radahn: gazing at the horizon WE HAVE TO GO... BUT... I D-DON'T LIKE IT...
"then don't look at it" I say playfully grabbing his chin and making him look at me
Radahn, taken aback by your unexpected touch, looks down at you with a mix of surprise and slight irritation. His usual stoicism falters for a moment, but he quickly regains his composure, his gaze now fixed on you.
Radahn: slightly annoyed... Why must you always do this?
I grab his hand you'll be fine
Radahn flinches a bit as you take his hand but eventually relaxes. Radahn: sighs I know I'll be fine... I'm just not fond of this whole "meeting Miquella" thing...
Hey! You're great when you're tough. But being rude isn't going to solve anything. It'll only make things worse than they already are.
Radahn turns his gaze to you, his expression stern I am aware of that, my love. But dealing with Miquella is... frustrating. His naive optimism and stubbornness drive me insane.
What don’t you like about it?
IT'S JUST... BUREAUCRACY, STUPID, RED TAPE. I DON'T LIKE HOW HE TREATS YOU...
He turns away from you and crosses his arms, still refusing to look at you directly. His frustration is palpable, yet he seems unable to express it openly.
if it helps I don't like it either
Radahn turns his gaze towards you, his expression stern but softened by your words. He remains silent for a moment before finally speaking up. Radahn:... I KNOW YOU DON'T LIKE IT... BUT THIS IS WHAT WE MUST DO...
Radahn turns away from the horizon and looks directly at you, his expression a mix of resignation and reluctance. Radahn: YOU'RE RIGHT... I KNOW THAT... BUT I STILL DON'T LIKE IT. I CAN'T STAND THE THOUGHT OF YOU BEING WITH HIM.
why not? what do you mean by that
Radahn sighs heavily before speaking again. Radahn: I don't like being told what to do. Especially by Miquella. He's so damn smug and always thinks he knows best.
i know love. i’ll make sure he doesn’t do anything to you..
Radahn looks down, his expression conflicted RADAHN... HE'S A STRANGE ONE... WEIRD AND INTELLIGENT. YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN TAME HIS EGO...
Do you want me to sit on your lap?
Radahn's stoic demeanor falters for a moment, and his eyes widen slightly before he quickly composes himself. Radahn: "W-What...? Why would you ask that...?"
sighs, reluctantly turning away from the horizon Fine... We're going. But I hope this meeting with Miquella isn't a waste of time...