[ Mat's as aware of the other hosts as his own incompetence and their lack of control allows, which is to say: unpredictably, and without much advantage. In some ways, they've been interchangeable since he'd stepped foot on this planet, all varying degrees of confusing buried under piles of ridiculous fabric.
He doesn't decide this one's new until he hears the voice. Not in his skull, thankfully. The condescension strikes him as embarrassingly and comfortingly familiar — Light, he's already gone mad — and he doesn't miss a beat in responding. ]
If my intentions had any say — which they don't, mind — I'd be dicing in a tavern, not sweating under dresses.
[ It's an alarmingly honest statement. He'd much rather be drinking right now, not playing spy games for strange beings he's just met. That said, there's something dismissive in the way he clearly knows what she's asking for — a real answer, a soldier's answer — and doesn't bother to give it. ]
no subject
He doesn't decide this one's new until he hears the voice. Not in his skull, thankfully. The condescension strikes him as embarrassingly and comfortingly familiar — Light, he's already gone mad — and he doesn't miss a beat in responding. ]
If my intentions had any say — which they don't, mind — I'd be dicing in a tavern, not sweating under dresses.
[ It's an alarmingly honest statement. He'd much rather be drinking right now, not playing spy games for strange beings he's just met. That said, there's something dismissive in the way he clearly knows what she's asking for — a real answer, a soldier's answer — and doesn't bother to give it. ]