[ A flash of anger and self-recrimination, followed by quiet, anxious murmuring, indistinct and nearly inaudible.
He tenses, his hand instinctively rising to fight off Emet's grip on his throat, but of course there's nothing there. The sigil thrums with ice-cold power there's a brief, futile struggle, and the command etches itself into his aether. ]
Aye.
[ The bitter taste of humiliation mixes with his mental voice. ]
[ The ghostly sensation eases away. Beyond his anger, there is a cold, distant sense of resignation and hurt. He should be satisfied, but he isn't. He just feels empty. ]
...And you will also thank the knight, Irhya, that I'm not demanding anything more of you.
[ He does not respond to this although he almost certainly heard it. Instead he withdraws, leaving Jophrey alone to his own thoughts - and his anger - once more. ]
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He tenses, his hand instinctively rising to fight off Emet's grip on his throat, but of course there's nothing there. The sigil thrums with ice-cold power there's a brief, futile struggle, and the command etches itself into his aether. ]
Aye.
[ The bitter taste of humiliation mixes with his mental voice. ]
'Tis out of my hands now.
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...And you will also thank the knight, Irhya, that I'm not demanding anything more of you.
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There was no need for that.
[ He'd ask whether Emet would like him to dance for his amusement as well, but he does not want to give him ideas. ]
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[ In a savage, ugly, self-destructive way. ]
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...Arsehole.
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