[ Humility didn't exist for either of these two, and sometimes that was just fine (?)
But at the other man's words, a flicker of amusement was visible, and he chuckled. Definitely there was something he found something funny about the idea of this organization being competent. He's just going to pretty much keep dragging the Foundation until either it crashed and burned or somehow exceeded his expectations—whether that be badly or somehow in a good way, miraculously enough.
The cessation occurring in the former of the two because it will no longer stand as even an organization in his eyes, and he'd seriously attempt to bring it down. But, let's not get ahead of ourselves here. ]
...Any preparations truly made were by the mongrels who proved themselves somewhat worthy enough to defy the Foundation's ill-conceived judgment that the 6350's were naught but fodder. The only thing that the 'Foundation' had a hand in doing anything of the sort were the fact those tapes existed. The few resources those agents obtained to help carry out the rescue mission in the first place were obtained from their own efforts as well. Including those 'extra' bodies.
[ Even if it's airy, dismissive, or something to that effect, Gilgamesh had to provide his own words, which were of the same token given that they were uttered in such an amused manner. Albeit laced with disdain, though more refined than his earlier admonishments, and altogether a calm that would be bound to fade in the next couple of hours.
That amusement still remained at Subete's inquiry, however. ]
I should hope you would not be foolish enough to even entertain in that head of yours for a second that I'd return to this organization as a loyal agent. Or at all.
I've other important matters to attend to and I'm not able to follow the orders of incompetent leaders—or anyone's, for that matter. The only reason why I'd even keep in contact would be to keep an eye on it once in awhile.
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But at the other man's words, a flicker of amusement was visible, and he chuckled. Definitely there was something he found something funny about the idea of this organization being competent. He's just going to pretty much keep dragging the Foundation until either it crashed and burned or somehow exceeded his expectations—whether that be badly or somehow in a good way, miraculously enough.
The cessation occurring in the former of the two because it will no longer stand as even an organization in his eyes, and he'd seriously attempt to bring it down. But, let's not get ahead of ourselves here. ]
...Any preparations truly made were by the mongrels who proved themselves somewhat worthy enough to defy the Foundation's ill-conceived judgment that the 6350's were naught but fodder. The only thing that the 'Foundation' had a hand in doing anything of the sort were the fact those tapes existed. The few resources those agents obtained to help carry out the rescue mission in the first place were obtained from their own efforts as well. Including those 'extra' bodies.
[ Even if it's airy, dismissive, or something to that effect, Gilgamesh had to provide his own words, which were of the same token given that they were uttered in such an amused manner. Albeit laced with disdain, though more refined than his earlier admonishments, and altogether a calm that would be bound to fade in the next couple of hours.
That amusement still remained at Subete's inquiry, however. ]
I should hope you would not be foolish enough to even entertain in that head of yours for a second that I'd return to this organization as a loyal agent. Or at all.
I've other important matters to attend to and I'm not able to follow the orders of incompetent leaders—or anyone's, for that matter. The only reason why I'd even keep in contact would be to keep an eye on it once in awhile.
[ And because Solomon, but y'know. ]