Gin's smile widened very slightly at the nearly imperceptible change in L's demeanour. That question had thrown him. Furthermore, it had made him extremely uncomfortable and that pleased Gin immensely. He relaxed against the desk again, letting the intentional increase in disquieting behaviour abate.
"Of course, of course," he said, allowing himself a quiet chuckle. His overall tone was back to that of not-quite-innocent amusement. All traces of deliberate malevolence had gone, unless you happened to know how much his cheerful attitude conflicted with the way he tended to vote on missions of that nature. The Midgar operation had not gone to a vote on account of the small number of members who happened to be graced with the knowledge ahead of time. For all anybody knew, anybody but Aizen, Zexion and Gin himself, the massacre and total destruction of a capital city was only one possible outcome. The production of the Philosopher's Stone was considered a theory, albeit an educated one, and was not a certain outcome.
"Still, you got a lot o' useful information and Aizen got himself a shiny trinket..." he trailed off, allowing the smile to slip from his face and be replaced by a more honest looking expression of uncertainty. "Have you seen it, yet?"
As he spoke, he felt out for the individual he had pinpointed before entering the library. His inconsistent subjects of conversation were only half for information gathering purposes -- he was also buying himself time.
no subject
"Of course, of course," he said, allowing himself a quiet chuckle. His overall tone was back to that of not-quite-innocent amusement. All traces of deliberate malevolence had gone, unless you happened to know how much his cheerful attitude conflicted with the way he tended to vote on missions of that nature. The Midgar operation had not gone to a vote on account of the small number of members who happened to be graced with the knowledge ahead of time. For all anybody knew, anybody but Aizen, Zexion and Gin himself, the massacre and total destruction of a capital city was only one possible outcome. The production of the Philosopher's Stone was considered a theory, albeit an educated one, and was not a certain outcome.
"Still, you got a lot o' useful information and Aizen got himself a shiny trinket..." he trailed off, allowing the smile to slip from his face and be replaced by a more honest looking expression of uncertainty. "Have you seen it, yet?"
As he spoke, he felt out for the individual he had pinpointed before entering the library. His inconsistent subjects of conversation were only half for information gathering purposes -- he was also buying himself time.