>>6161651>>6161684Did... Did he get into the Noita stash when nobody was looking?
"Kai?" You call out in sincere concern.
He looks at you with wide eyes. "Do you... am I- am I seeing things?"
You look back at the tree, and... you're going to be honest, <span class="mu-g">you have not a fucking clue what the hell Kai is talking about.</span> Recalling other things that you read about the old world, there were once people who would be so sheltered in their artificial worlds that they would become cripplingly emotional the moment they came into contact with anything on the outside. This poor man's body realized it needed fresh natural air its entire life, and now that he's been getting some he's going hysterical. The dutchman's senses are as fragile as they are sharp.
He needs help. As a superior you should be looking out for him, even off duty. Firmly you reach up and grab his shoulde- he's too fucking tall. You grab his jacket and pull him down to look at you in the eye. "Kai, Kai, Kai, calm down! It's normal! There's nothing weird about this. It's like this everywhere. It's... a nice tree, I guess, but it's just a plant. Is there something wrong?"
The old man lets out a long drawn out exhale as the rain shakes the boughs, as if he himself was as stressed as Kai was. "<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">Deep breaths. Calm. Calm...</span></span>" Groaning in frustration, Leshy clicks his lips. "<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">Take a walk around the garden, Kai. I have important matters to discuss with Fiona that I had intended to discuss later - but, seeing as you need time to compose, you should take your time. Head on over to one of the tents. Have tea with one of the gardeners. It would be rude for us to let our guests be in such... duress.</span></span>"
Without a word, Kai saunters, his first steps like a baby boy's first few into the world, down the hill, nearly tripping over the sloshing mud and stone before regaining his balance and shaking himself back to his senses.
A long, pained groan bellows from beside you. "<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">This is not the first time this has happened. He will come around. Delicate is the heart when it first feels.</span></span>" You imagine he'd pass you a look about now. "<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">I hope this is none too concerning. There are matters of more... grave import we need to discuss.</span></span>"
"Yea. I have a feeling," you reply, the rain coming down on you with the same weight of dread you've been feeling all morning.
"<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">I hope you will be there for him, for others. Like I, regretfully, have not.</span></span>"
Oh... <span class="mu-i">scheiße.</span>
