[ already, even without capturing the full extent of the other's attempt at mustering up a rationale for it, he's already shaking his head slightly. as if to proclaim there was no fault in his honest conjecture. ... and to be truthful, there wasn't. it wasn't exactly like lavi to easily take offense to something like this, either. so instead, he opts on a friendly, increasingly casual shrug. ] Guess that's human nature, isn't it? [ but, for him... something "human" wasn't exactly fitting for him. being "human" implied a certain amount of emotional breadth. of falling victim to attachments...

for the once-elites, he suspected that was in the form of wealth, prestige, and of status. all things he didn't personally care for. hence, the other wasn't inaccurate. the differences between him and local were stark. but, he thinks... linneus didn't seem to be the type who superficially appraised one for their worth (via hair color), either, and maybe that's what manages to alleviate some of the tension that may have been palpable otherwise. ... presuming lavi was capable of displaying such a sentiment without it dissolving into comicality. but, regardless. ] Though, I see what you mea—

[ or so he's about to continue, only the minute his eye flits back to the screen, he sees the blocks on the screen all muddled. reaching closer to the top as he's been mulling over his own considerations. ] Oh! Yeah! To do that you just have to... [ he reaches over, pressing a finger on one of the buttons.

mostly, just wriggling through the other's fingers. ] This should be good.

Now to fix the rest... [ is it repairable... ]