[If he knew that Taryon had been raised from the dead, all of this might be different. The situation might be different, the words he's about to use might be different. All of this might be laced with an understated sort of pensive mood. Contemplation of mortality and morals, maybe.
But he has no idea who the fuck Taryon is! They only talked once, on the network, and while Sylvain did hear that people died, nobody took him aside to say that guy, yeah, that one over there rose from the dead. He didn't see the dead bodies in the aftermath, he was too busy trying to eat people and then get over the trauma of trying to eat people.
So, ignorance is bliss. Ignorance is bliss, and as Taryon asks his question Sylvain turns to him with clear fucking exasperation writ on his face.]
Seriously? Look, best-worst case, those lizards kill us, it's a simulated death, our bosses consider it effort enough, and we can leave. Worst-worst case, we'll just have to do all of this all over again- is that a mug? [My guy!]
simulation
But he has no idea who the fuck Taryon is! They only talked once, on the network, and while Sylvain did hear that people died, nobody took him aside to say that guy, yeah, that one over there rose from the dead. He didn't see the dead bodies in the aftermath, he was too busy trying to eat people and then get over the trauma of trying to eat people.
So, ignorance is bliss. Ignorance is bliss, and as Taryon asks his question Sylvain turns to him with clear fucking exasperation writ on his face.]
Seriously? Look, best-worst case, those lizards kill us, it's a simulated death, our bosses consider it effort enough, and we can leave. Worst-worst case, we'll just have to do all of this all over again- is that a mug? [My guy!]