His movements have picked up in acuity. Equally sharp as they are careful. No, he has not forgotten, he's clearly still wary, still fearful, still angry. A thumb brushes the flowers growing out of his thankfully undamaged throat. Are they holding him together? (Probably.)
"No," he says. A terse answer that shows off vague anger. No, he doesn't owe them anything. Of course not. It's not very difficult to make a little more. It's very very difficult to be nice. He tries anyway. He's trapped in this castle with them as much as they are with he, and he hasn't the mind to be running the whole time he's here.
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Date: 2016-11-27 11:40 pm (UTC)His movements have picked up in acuity. Equally sharp as they are careful. No, he has not forgotten, he's clearly still wary, still fearful, still angry. A thumb brushes the flowers growing out of his thankfully undamaged throat. Are they holding him together? (Probably.)
"No," he says. A terse answer that shows off vague anger. No, he doesn't owe them anything. Of course not. It's not very difficult to make a little more. It's very very difficult to be nice. He tries anyway. He's trapped in this castle with them as much as they are with he, and he hasn't the mind to be running the whole time he's here.