[Up until now, Victor had been paying more mind to the sheet of ice than on other bystanders like himself who might on their way out of their rooms, but now he gives her a slightly more attentive look, lowering the hand he'd brought to his chin while he'd started to think.
He hardly thinks she knows him well enough to be making those kinds of assessments, yet he doesn't disregard the remark entirely.]
As in aether? The pure essence of the gods? The theory transmissions in physics?
[He's always appreciated the irony of calling something a science when it's just as deeply rooted in myth as it is in fact.]
I do believe in the sciences; however, I wouldn't use the word "distaste." Right at this moment, I'd say the cause of this is a bit undue, perhaps. [No mistaking the dry sarcasm there. Overkill, much?] Unless we're calling it the science of excess.
[If so, Elsa should really get a commendation for her work in the field.]
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He hardly thinks she knows him well enough to be making those kinds of assessments, yet he doesn't disregard the remark entirely.]
As in aether? The pure essence of the gods? The theory transmissions in physics?
[He's always appreciated the irony of calling something a science when it's just as deeply rooted in myth as it is in fact.]
I do believe in the sciences; however, I wouldn't use the word "distaste." Right at this moment, I'd say the cause of this is a bit undue, perhaps. [No mistaking the dry sarcasm there. Overkill, much?] Unless we're calling it the science of excess.
[If so, Elsa should really get a commendation for her work in the field.]