[ I should stop her, he thinks with a cold drop to his stomach. His fingers twitch. His balance shifts to the balls of his feet as if to move forward, physically grab her and do-- what? What would he do? Kill her? She wouldn't stay dead here. Restrain her? The others would fight him over it. Not just the other two Warriors of Light but the Exarch and the matriarch. He has...no options. Yet something demands he act and it throttles his tired attempts to resist.
He forces his heels back to the floor and grips his arms, breaking into soft, empty laughter. ]
Malicious? 'Tis hardly malicious. That would imply I meant you harm.
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He forces his heels back to the floor and grips his arms, breaking into soft, empty laughter. ]
Malicious? 'Tis hardly malicious. That would imply I meant you harm.