[At the question, he blinks like he's halfway to a flinch, and his eyes move just barely off of Dante's face—like the thought hadn't even occurred to him, perhaps. In one way, it's true: while the situation was certainly more obviously dire to everyone around him than any other he's been in, he'd had the resources and confidence to come out on the other side without trouble.
Not much of that makes sense for Altius, a man who up until now has supposedly only had one or two instances of violent trauma in his past, and certainly nothing supernatural. There's a lengthy silence as he seems to consider the question, in which he returns his notes to his pocket while taking a slow breath.]
It is, [he eventually says with a furrow in his brow.]
I've been moving from task to task. There hasn't been time to think about anything past that.
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Not much of that makes sense for Altius, a man who up until now has supposedly only had one or two instances of violent trauma in his past, and certainly nothing supernatural. There's a lengthy silence as he seems to consider the question, in which he returns his notes to his pocket while taking a slow breath.]
It is, [he eventually says with a furrow in his brow.]
I've been moving from task to task. There hasn't been time to think about anything past that.