[He can see the reason for Jun's hesitation, because in truth he's also not... sure... that reporting it to the Black Order is the right thing to do. Technically, it's not in his contract to do so, now that the mission has begun. But he's done this enough that doing otherwise just doesn't occur to him. Not until Jun says that, at least.
It's difficult to tell what he's thinking, but the little hamster wheel in his head is going so fast that the critter running in it is hanging on for dear life. He closes his eyes and weighs the options one more time. On one hand: risk even a remote possibility of sending the fixers for a situation that sure as hell doesn't warrant it. On the other... Jun is right. They haven't been given a chance to prove themselves yet, and it's possible his superiors won't care regardless.
Can he leave the defense of another city in the hands of its people?]
... I'm not obligated to report this to them. That's correct.
[He never wanted this leadership, if one could call it that. Everything fell into his lap by circumstance. As long as they get the mission done, he won't be accused of going rogue in any capacity—only being thorough. A million things could go wrong, but it comes down to this: how much does he trust the people on the app?
When Jun gets up, Zhongli follows suit. He's still unreadable as a damn brick wall as he tucks Jusis' phone into his coat and folds his hands behind his back. He's still paying attention, yet his gaze is on the water, looking east. Always toward where the sun rises. Jun may note that he doesn't deny anything, though. The silence is damn near tacit agreement.
He closes his eyes for a long, long moment, of which there have been many in the past twenty seconds, and he breathes out a sigh. He would say that comparing himself to YHWH is a bit of a generous comparison but the point is... moot. He's very old and very tired, and he really wants a cup of tea and a bowl of soup and not all this responsibility. Unfortunately, someone needs to bring back Jusis' phone to his colleagues and tell them to get their battle gear on.]
The time for secrecy among ourselves has long passed. I'll inform Jusis' team that we're trying a new plan without the Order's further help... as we agreed upon. [If Jun hadn't said that back then, this might be a different conversation.]
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Date: 2023-03-27 05:29 pm (UTC)It's difficult to tell what he's thinking, but the little hamster wheel in his head is going so fast that the critter running in it is hanging on for dear life. He closes his eyes and weighs the options one more time. On one hand: risk even a remote possibility of sending the fixers for a situation that sure as hell doesn't warrant it. On the other... Jun is right. They haven't been given a chance to prove themselves yet, and it's possible his superiors won't care regardless.
Can he leave the defense of another city in the hands of its people?]
... I'm not obligated to report this to them. That's correct.
[He never wanted this leadership, if one could call it that. Everything fell into his lap by circumstance. As long as they get the mission done, he won't be accused of going rogue in any capacity—only being thorough. A million things could go wrong, but it comes down to this: how much does he trust the people on the app?
When Jun gets up, Zhongli follows suit. He's still unreadable as a damn brick wall as he tucks Jusis' phone into his coat and folds his hands behind his back. He's still paying attention, yet his gaze is on the water, looking east. Always toward where the sun rises. Jun may note that he doesn't deny anything, though. The silence is damn near tacit agreement.
He closes his eyes for a long, long moment, of which there have been many in the past twenty seconds, and he breathes out a sigh. He would say that comparing himself to YHWH is a bit of a generous comparison but the point is... moot. He's very old and very tired, and he really wants a cup of tea and a bowl of soup and not all this responsibility. Unfortunately, someone needs to bring back Jusis' phone to his colleagues and tell them to get their battle gear on.]
The time for secrecy among ourselves has long passed. I'll inform Jusis' team that we're trying a new plan without the Order's further help... as we agreed upon. [If Jun hadn't said that back then, this might be a different conversation.]
Can I leave the rest to you?