They are of no consequence. What matters is the fact that his home, his sanctuary, has been violated; Ori, no, Sovereign has only ever had so much patience for an invasion of privacy, further agitated by how little he has in the first place, and the fact that he innately knows that he is not alone...
no more than any other time, at least
...he's torn between being angry, and laughing at how utterly foolish those two...
Oh.
Oh no.
He sees them from above, standing upon an outcropping where he can see the path, and those on the path have only so good a view of him- at least, unless they're alerted to his presence. Which he has no hesitation in doing, freely calling out-
"My prodigal children. What a sight."
After all, each did spend a period under his hand, one less so than the other. Nonetheless...
"I'm afraid I haven't a warm welcome for you- but I can certainly have the guards fix something up. Would you prefer irons, or coals?"
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They are of no consequence. What matters is the fact that his home, his sanctuary, has been violated; Ori, no, Sovereign has only ever had so much patience for an invasion of privacy, further agitated by how little he has in the first place, and the fact that he innately knows that he is not alone...
...he's torn between being angry, and laughing at how utterly foolish those two...
Oh.
Oh no.
He sees them from above, standing upon an outcropping where he can see the path, and those on the path have only so good a view of him- at least, unless they're alerted to his presence. Which he has no hesitation in doing, freely calling out-
"My prodigal children. What a sight."
After all, each did spend a period under his hand, one less so than the other. Nonetheless...
"I'm afraid I haven't a warm welcome for you- but I can certainly have the guards fix something up. Would you prefer irons, or coals?"