[Bomberman has no idea what he can say to that. Oddly, it's Dantalefor that saves him.
I ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ, ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴏғ Cʜᴀᴏs. I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪɴᴏ̨ᴜɪʀɪᴇs ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴀʟʟ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ.
Oops. A hushed whisper to Sirius:]
I'll explain later.
[Addressing Dantalefor, his own voice returning to nigh-unintelligibility:]
Um, sorry. I was just confused.
[Yᴏᴜʀ sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ. There is a pause then, and Bomberman gets the sense that Dantalefor would drawing himself up to height and locking gazes with him if his body capable at the moment. Iɴ ᴀɴʏ ɪɴsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ, sᴘᴇᴀᴋ: ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴛᴏ ᴀssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ Nᴀᴍʟᴜʜᴇʀɪᴍ?]
What?] I...I don't know who that is. [Yet it also doesn't sound unfamiliar...
Is...is this guy seriously here just to be an overprotective dad?! No, surely this was some exotic demonic dynamic he didn't understand, something with no real equivalent among (most?) mortals. How am I supposed to answer this without pissing him off?!
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Bomberman sighs in defeat.]
She's...a friend. I care about her a lot, but, uh, I think she's got someone else who's "associating closely" with her.
Before Bomberman can fully grapple with the batshit idea that his ex-crush's demonic dad might be trying to play matchmaker, Dantalefor's body spasms then, as if shot with something. He brandishes the Ice Bomb still in his hand.]
Don't. Move.
[Rᴇᴍᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴ. I ᴀᴍ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴛʀɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ I ᴀᴍ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏ Cʜᴀɪʙʜᴀsʜᴛɪʀᴀ.]
no subject
I ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ, ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴏғ Cʜᴀᴏs. I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪɴᴏ̨ᴜɪʀɪᴇs ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴀʟʟ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ.
Oops. A hushed whisper to Sirius:]
I'll explain later.
[Addressing Dantalefor, his own voice returning to nigh-unintelligibility:]
Um, sorry. I was just confused.
[Yᴏᴜʀ sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ. There is a pause then, and Bomberman gets the sense that Dantalefor would drawing himself up to height and locking gazes with him if his body capable at the moment. Iɴ ᴀɴʏ ɪɴsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ, sᴘᴇᴀᴋ: ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴛᴏ ᴀssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ Nᴀᴍʟᴜʜᴇʀɪᴍ?]
What?] I...I don't know who that is. [Yet it also doesn't sound unfamiliar...
Hᴏᴡ ɪs sʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ? Tʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴇxᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ, sʜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I, ʏᴇᴛ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀғᴀʀ. Uɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴇɴᴛ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʙᴇsɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛʀᴜsᴛ sʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴘᴀɪʀᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.
And it clicks into place.]
— you mean Lilith?!
[Iᴛ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ. Hᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, I ᴏʙsᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ. Rᴇɢᴀʀᴅʟᴇss, ᴀɴ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ɪs ʀᴇᴏ̨ᴜɪʀᴇᴅ.
Is...is this guy seriously here just to be an overprotective dad?! No, surely this was some exotic demonic dynamic he didn't understand, something with no real equivalent among (most?) mortals. How am I supposed to answer this without pissing him off?!
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Bomberman sighs in defeat.]
She's...a friend. I care about her a lot, but, uh, I think she's got someone else who's "associating closely" with her.
[Iɴᴅᴇᴇᴅ. Dɪsᴛᴀɴᴛ sᴘᴀᴡɴ ᴏғ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴀɴɢᴇʟ Aʟᴇᴋsᴏʀɪᴀɴ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ. I ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏ̨ᴜᴀʀʀᴇʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs. Pᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ʀᴇᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ?
Before Bomberman can fully grapple with the batshit idea that his ex-crush's demonic dad might be trying to play matchmaker, Dantalefor's body spasms then, as if shot with something. He brandishes the Ice Bomb still in his hand.]
Don't. Move.
[Rᴇᴍᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴ. I ᴀᴍ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴛʀɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ I ᴀᴍ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏ Cʜᴀɪʙʜᴀsʜᴛɪʀᴀ.]