This is going to take a couple different oven temperatures, so he starts on the low end. 350 would mean a longer bake, but also .. would it crisp, EVENTUALLY? Or would it need to be hotter? And then, onion time. The acrid eye-burning will just have to be tolerated. "Some things are mine alone to deal with. Others are not. I do understand the difference, it isn't .. one response fits all situations."
The pungent smell of onion marks any eyewatering going on as purely onion based; right now, this conversation, with someone as steady as Shaw, it's not enough to draw tears out of the man.
As for what he did.. "It seemed reasonable at the time."
The knife is waggled a little; his tone is sober for all that the answer seems frivolous at first blush. "Degradation ... eats away at your ability to make rational decisions, and you'll still be so certain what you're doing is the right thing to do even as you're ... mm, carving pieces of yourself out to feed to monsters. It all makes sense. Sounds right, feels right." The onion, chopped fine enough to pass, is dumped onto the potatos. He can get through this, it's just a discussion. "I know what I did then made perfect sense at the time. Zack would fight if he was forced to, even without ... that form. But he would hesitate to finish it; he still saw me as a human being, and I knew I was not. Becoming visibly what I already was would remove that hesitation."
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The pungent smell of onion marks any eyewatering going on as purely onion based; right now, this conversation, with someone as steady as Shaw, it's not enough to draw tears out of the man.
As for what he did.. "It seemed reasonable at the time."
The knife is waggled a little; his tone is sober for all that the answer seems frivolous at first blush. "Degradation ... eats away at your ability to make rational decisions, and you'll still be so certain what you're doing is the right thing to do even as you're ... mm, carving pieces of yourself out to feed to monsters. It all makes sense. Sounds right, feels right." The onion, chopped fine enough to pass, is dumped onto the potatos. He can get through this, it's just a discussion. "I know what I did then made perfect sense at the time. Zack would fight if he was forced to, even without ... that form. But he would hesitate to finish it; he still saw me as a human being, and I knew I was not. Becoming visibly what I already was would remove that hesitation."