[Despite himself he does let out a quiet chuff of amusement at that. Does he think, truthfully, that Childe could actually kill him if they fully came to blows? It's not really a boast that he doesn't think so, though perhaps enough harm could be done that it might be close to the same thing.]
I have never expected you to hate me. [A small shrug at that. Does he expect the strength of his own feeling to be reciprocated by the Fatui elite? Of course not. That would require caring about him in any way at all and he believes that he was, for a time, only an incredibly irritating thorn in their side. Enough for them to dub him a persona non grata, though being worth anything to them means nothing to Diluc regardless.]
I don't expect that any of the Harbingers despise me as much as I do them. I made enough of a nuisance of myself to get under their skin, though they still failed to get rid of me despite their efforts. [Even now he continues to harry at them, though far less directly than he used to.] But I have no delusions of grandeur with regards to how I perceive my level of importance to them.
['Them'. Despite currently speaking to one of the Harbingers, he still references them as something 'other'.]
... I'm not sure what I want you to say. [He goes on then, after a pause while his gaze slants away from the other man. Not some silly thing about if he hated him. They both know that isn't the case.] It still doesn't make any sense to me. But what I said was not said because I was under the assumption that you wouldn't remember it. Make of that what you will.
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I have never expected you to hate me. [A small shrug at that. Does he expect the strength of his own feeling to be reciprocated by the Fatui elite? Of course not. That would require caring about him in any way at all and he believes that he was, for a time, only an incredibly irritating thorn in their side. Enough for them to dub him a persona non grata, though being worth anything to them means nothing to Diluc regardless.]
I don't expect that any of the Harbingers despise me as much as I do them. I made enough of a nuisance of myself to get under their skin, though they still failed to get rid of me despite their efforts. [Even now he continues to harry at them, though far less directly than he used to.] But I have no delusions of grandeur with regards to how I perceive my level of importance to them.
['Them'. Despite currently speaking to one of the Harbingers, he still references them as something 'other'.]
... I'm not sure what I want you to say. [He goes on then, after a pause while his gaze slants away from the other man. Not some silly thing about if he hated him. They both know that isn't the case.] It still doesn't make any sense to me. But what I said was not said because I was under the assumption that you wouldn't remember it. Make of that what you will.