His gaze drifts between the three of them at the mention of Renoir and what to do about them. It lingers between Gustave and Maelle.
He stares at the ground briefly as he takes a few steps backwards. Subconsciously, he moves himself to be further away from the group - like they have to move their heads to speak to him instead of looking directly at one another.
Verso turns his head toward Sciel, noting her looking towards him. Yet again his gaze flickers back to the other two first.
"He's just an old man now." He repeats what has already been said but drifts his gaze toward the wall, toward the open window. "Our world is something he wants to maintain and survive." Frowning, he doesn't add anything else in defense of him; he can only say that much in any case.
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He stares at the ground briefly as he takes a few steps backwards. Subconsciously, he moves himself to be further away from the group - like they have to move their heads to speak to him instead of looking directly at one another.
Verso turns his head toward Sciel, noting her looking towards him. Yet again his gaze flickers back to the other two first.
"He's just an old man now." He repeats what has already been said but drifts his gaze toward the wall, toward the open window. "Our world is something he wants to maintain and survive." Frowning, he doesn't add anything else in defense of him; he can only say that much in any case.