He offers a few small nods as he gets what Berkut is worried about. Good question! I mean, any e-mail can be hacked, but this isn't really an e-mail so there isn't any e-mail to hack. Okay, hold up. I'm gonna confuse him if I get into all of that, so let's just break it down! ]
On the forum itself, anyone can read what you write so it is not secure. It is like posting what you are writing upon a bulletin board. [ The last two words are spoken somewhat hesitantly. That something you have? I am thinking of like those boards people put like WARRANT ROBIN HOOD KICK HIS ASS. Are they called bulletin boards? ... help. ]
Messages sent to the inboxes are secure from prying eyes. However, you are right, like with messengers being intercepted... if either laptop is grabbed, so too could all messages be seen.
But here's the positive to that, Prince Berkut! The laptops themselves cannot work too far from the home you have been designated. Which means if they are going to read whatever you wrote, they going to most likely be in your or the other person's domicile. [ Get it? Even if someone happens to want to read what you wrote, there's a good possibility that you'd be able to catch them! ]
[ Berkut will personally destroy anyone who thinks they can stomp all over this pitiful territory that he has been granted. More importantly, Buceph is here and he'll not allow anyone to cross his steed or snoop on his personal letters.
With that decided, he looks over at Shen Qingqiu. ]
[ He agrees with a small nod. But I think it's good that you want to protect this place! Please extend those feelings to wanting to protect Young Miss Renne, too, okay? Shen Qingqiu feels a warm feeling settle over him, like that is something possible in the future. You can't want to protect one's home without eventually wanting to protect one's new little sister. ]
The last piece of information I can give is that there is one other program on the laptop. [ How to explain. ] It is not connected to the forum or the inbox function. No matter what you write on it, it will not be posted anywhere for anyone to see. It's a good place to put one's thoughts.
[ A beat. His face loses all expression, because he adds: ] Or poetry.
You forget that I am a general, not a scholar like you.
[ The noble knights of Zofia may have had the time to dabble in such activities before the war had erupted. Berkut, however, had not and still does not. Poetry is the last thing on his mind, if it ever had been there. ]
He swallows and edits what he is about to say. Whew! I nearly said, "Since there's no war here." That would have been a pitfall! ]
There is quite a bit of free time that one can find themselves drowning in. I thought that it would not be a terrible idea for you to pick up something for yourself. Scholarly pursuits though they are... it is good for the mind to stay busy.
[ And better than concocting battle plans! I mean, you don't even know if those plans will work? I don't mean that they won't work! You're against the protagonist so they won't work, but I mean "won't work" like I don't have faith in you! But you're against the protagonist. The world is set up for the protagonist to win. So, why not take up poetry or write a story. You'd probably write a better one than Airplane-bro did. ]
[ What is worse: to suggest an incompatible activity out of forgetfulness or on purpose? Though he cannot begrudge Shen Qingqiu for extending an offer that comes from a seemingly genuine place, and so he doesn't. ]
As you say, I've picked something up. [ He gestures to the laptop. ] My hands will be full for some time. Before I begin to write, I must familiarize myself with these keys first.
[ He would rather concoct battle plans, to be honest. ]
[ Well. True. He has an idle thought that while Berkut is getting used to it that he finds some joy in it. ]
I understand. [ I really want to find you a hobby. That's it! I'm bringing apples back! I'm putting all my effort into it! A fiery determination as he decides that if Berkut isn't in the mood for poetry, he might be in the mood for horseback-riding.
But he can only imagine how depressed Buceph must be! No apples that have any flavor? Heartbreaking for any horse! So, not only as a way to pave the way to friendship with Buceph, it is a way to reinvigorate the horse to have Berkut feel like going for rides! ]
[ Oblivious to the teacher's benevolent train of thought, Buceph trots in circles outside. Due to the vines, there hasn't been much room to move around. This horse is in dire need of a run to stretch out his legs, and Berkut is well aware; there's just not much he can do about it.
At any rate, Berkut rises from his seat to show Shen Qingqiu out. ]
Then our business is finished.
[ If he has any questions down the line, he's sure he can power through them. Worse comes to worst, he can grab Shen Qingqiu again. ]
[ He gives a small nod. Please don't read any backlogs. Please don't read any backlogs. I'm giving myself a flag here, but oh my god, please... please, don't.
The sweat is back running down the back of his neck as he follows Berkut out the door. Turning, he brings his hands together to offer a small bow. ]
Thank you for allowing me to help you. [ Maybe? Your feelings towards me are getting better? Maybe? I don't think hate can be erased so easily, but thanks for at least seeing me as useful. He offers a small smile as he exits and pauses to stare at Buceph. Pointing to his eyes, he points to the horse. I got you. I got your back.
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He offers a few small nods as he gets what Berkut is worried about. Good question! I mean, any e-mail can be hacked, but this isn't really an e-mail so there isn't any e-mail to hack. Okay, hold up. I'm gonna confuse him if I get into all of that, so let's just break it down! ]
On the forum itself, anyone can read what you write so it is not secure. It is like posting what you are writing upon a bulletin board. [ The last two words are spoken somewhat hesitantly. That something you have? I am thinking of like those boards people put like WARRANT ROBIN HOOD KICK HIS ASS. Are they called bulletin boards? ... help. ]
Messages sent to the inboxes are secure from prying eyes. However, you are right, like with messengers being intercepted... if either laptop is grabbed, so too could all messages be seen.
But here's the positive to that, Prince Berkut! The laptops themselves cannot work too far from the home you have been designated. Which means if they are going to read whatever you wrote, they going to most likely be in your or the other person's domicile. [ Get it? Even if someone happens to want to read what you wrote, there's a good possibility that you'd be able to catch them! ]
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[ Berkut will personally destroy anyone who thinks they can stomp all over this pitiful territory that he has been granted. More importantly, Buceph is here and he'll not allow anyone to cross his steed or snoop on his personal letters.
With that decided, he looks over at Shen Qingqiu. ]
What more is there to learn?
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[ He agrees with a small nod. But I think it's good that you want to protect this place! Please extend those feelings to wanting to protect Young Miss Renne, too, okay? Shen Qingqiu feels a warm feeling settle over him, like that is something possible in the future. You can't want to protect one's home without eventually wanting to protect one's new little sister. ]
The last piece of information I can give is that there is one other program on the laptop. [ How to explain. ] It is not connected to the forum or the inbox function. No matter what you write on it, it will not be posted anywhere for anyone to see. It's a good place to put one's thoughts.
[ A beat. His face loses all expression, because he adds: ] Or poetry.
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[ He levels a deadpan look at Shen Qingqiu. ]
You forget that I am a general, not a scholar like you.
[ The noble knights of Zofia may have had the time to dabble in such activities before the war had erupted. Berkut, however, had not and still does not. Poetry is the last thing on his mind, if it ever had been there. ]
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[ I worry about you!
He swallows and edits what he is about to say. Whew! I nearly said, "Since there's no war here." That would have been a pitfall! ]
There is quite a bit of free time that one can find themselves drowning in. I thought that it would not be a terrible idea for you to pick up something for yourself. Scholarly pursuits though they are... it is good for the mind to stay busy.
[ And better than concocting battle plans! I mean, you don't even know if those plans will work? I don't mean that they won't work! You're against the protagonist so they won't work, but I mean "won't work" like I don't have faith in you! But you're against the protagonist. The world is set up for the protagonist to win. So, why not take up poetry or write a story. You'd probably write a better one than Airplane-bro did. ]
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As you say, I've picked something up. [ He gestures to the laptop. ] My hands will be full for some time. Before I begin to write, I must familiarize myself with these keys first.
[ He would rather concoct battle plans, to be honest. ]
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I understand. [ I really want to find you a hobby. That's it! I'm bringing apples back! I'm putting all my effort into it! A fiery determination as he decides that if Berkut isn't in the mood for poetry, he might be in the mood for horseback-riding.
But he can only imagine how depressed Buceph must be! No apples that have any flavor? Heartbreaking for any horse! So, not only as a way to pave the way to friendship with Buceph, it is a way to reinvigorate the horse to have Berkut feel like going for rides! ]
Well. That is all that I have to teach on it.
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At any rate, Berkut rises from his seat to show Shen Qingqiu out. ]
Then our business is finished.
[ If he has any questions down the line, he's sure he can power through them. Worse comes to worst, he can grab Shen Qingqiu again. ]
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The sweat is back running down the back of his neck as he follows Berkut out the door. Turning, he brings his hands together to offer a small bow. ]
Thank you for allowing me to help you. [ Maybe? Your feelings towards me are getting better? Maybe? I don't think hate can be erased so easily, but thanks for at least seeing me as useful. He offers a small smile as he exits and pauses to stare at Buceph. Pointing to his eyes, he points to the horse. I got you. I got your back.
Another small bow before he turns to leave. ]