Aoba was more than a little bit used to Ghost not making complete sense to him, either because of the overwhelming detail of his replies, or because there was an implied context or other related information that Aoba simply didn’t know because this time was not his own. He didn’t have the familiarity with it that a native would, the knowledge of things that would be everyday or common sense to someone who’d lived in it all their life.
There was no room left for misunderstanding when Ghost said he was dead long before you were born.
The stillness of their surroundings imposed itself on Aoba loud enough that he didn’t forget his volume, but his body language was a shout enough when he wheeled fully upon the Ghost, every line in his posture suddenly an exclamation. Somehow—probably mostly shock—he kept silent until the construct had stopped speaking, but then all bets were off.
“What do you mean he’s dead?” he exclaimed, a whisper made forceful and rasping by the vehemence behind it.
Whether it was his own ignorance in interpreting answers, or never having been told so in straightforward fashion, Aoba had simply never learned that Guardians were raised from the dead.
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There was no room left for misunderstanding when Ghost said he was dead long before you were born.
The stillness of their surroundings imposed itself on Aoba loud enough that he didn’t forget his volume, but his body language was a shout enough when he wheeled fully upon the Ghost, every line in his posture suddenly an exclamation. Somehow—probably mostly shock—he kept silent until the construct had stopped speaking, but then all bets were off.
“What do you mean he’s dead?” he exclaimed, a whisper made forceful and rasping by the vehemence behind it.
Whether it was his own ignorance in interpreting answers, or never having been told so in straightforward fashion, Aoba had simply never learned that Guardians were raised from the dead.