[Diluc, sleep deprived as he is, doesn't quite have the luxury to ignore the tea for any real length of time. He drinks from his cup as he listens, quiet and attentive.
As Barok speaks, it becomes clear that this is meant to be didactic, a comparison of experience with the intent of providing advice on how best to move forward. And though it's well-meant, it causes something deep within Diluc to rankle. By the end, he wants to protest. He isn't blinded, he knows the truth of the Fatui and the Knights and Kaeya and the Abyss Order, and for the sake of Mondstadt and all of Teyvat he needs to keep all of them in check.
But for now, he swallows the reaction back. He's irritated, but he has no intentions of being so disrespectful that he'll interrupt. There's obviously more that his friend wants to say.]
And what was the truth, in this case?
[He can't quite take the edge out of his voice, however, and he knows Barok well enough by now to know that it won't go unnoticed.]
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As Barok speaks, it becomes clear that this is meant to be didactic, a comparison of experience with the intent of providing advice on how best to move forward. And though it's well-meant, it causes something deep within Diluc to rankle. By the end, he wants to protest. He isn't blinded, he knows the truth of the Fatui and the Knights and Kaeya and the Abyss Order, and for the sake of Mondstadt and all of Teyvat he needs to keep all of them in check.
But for now, he swallows the reaction back. He's irritated, but he has no intentions of being so disrespectful that he'll interrupt. There's obviously more that his friend wants to say.]
And what was the truth, in this case?
[He can't quite take the edge out of his voice, however, and he knows Barok well enough by now to know that it won't go unnoticed.]