>>5388008>>5388043"Why do you always cling to that cursed object? I'm sure you know what they are for. A portal to the all-consuming void, and nothing else. It's a gateway to an ocean of negative od. Why expose yourself to such a thing on a regular basis?"
"Well, you heard what Flora said, right? Becchi is just a rock until someone gives it power! So why not let him stay with me? I'm just fine with it, maybe we can convince it to turn over a new leaf with a few talks"
"...You can hear voices from the Behelit?" Feeling like the little elf just revealed something crucial, you approached his tiny body to see if he had something to explain.
"Yeah, you forgot about my magical properties? Having smaller eyes lets me observe everything up to the tinies of details, from the boogers of your nose, to Becchi's weird, displaced eye. Here, I'll translate it for ya." Puck grabs the gray Behelit and places it next to your ear so you can hear its heinous inner monologue:
'Guts had a record of not bathing for 3 months, can you believe that? Imagine how badly those pouches on his belt must smell.' Puck runs his fingers through the artifact's lips, pretending that it can actually talk.
"I don't even know why I bothered listening..." You roll your eyes, giving up on having any meaningful interaction with this simpleton.
"But what if I'm right, though? What if there's a way to prevent these eggs from cracking and turning into demons, and it involves spreading so much good around it, it can't help but feel ashamed and apologize? Maybe it'll even turn into candy!"
"After a millennia of experimentation, I think The Skull Knight would have given us a lead about your theory if he had one."
"Would you really call him a sight for sore eyes?"
If your eyes could roll any harder, they would fall on your sockets and appear on your tongue...
"On a side note, I find it interesting how you manage to keep yourself hunky-dory all the time, especially given how the crew is doing."
"I know I'm a simple guy, Vlad. It's hard to stay mad and angry at any of you, especially when there are no problems for me to solve. I mean, of course I can fight when things turn sour, but we need to save the big guns for real emergencies, y'know?" Puck flexes his tiny biceps, pretending he has more muscle mass than your gangrene filled toe.
"Can't you take things seriously? We are about to lose someone on our group, and if I'm unlucky enough, anyone here could be next, including you!"
"Vlad. Of course I'm sad about it..." Puck grows more serious, losing the levity in his voice. "For all the times I thought Zhafira was weird and scary, I've grown to appreciate her songs, and what a gal like her can do to change the world, without shedding a single drop of blood... It's everything I wanted to say to Guts, and she did it while calling him a coward no less! I'm gonna miss her..."