"YOU'RE GONE TO PAN CRACKS!" He snarls at Eponine. "Brother Sigma ain't want you dead! AND YOU EXPECT AN INITIATE TO TAKE TO YOUR BRANDISHING BLADE WITHOUT SUCH THREAT GONE RETURNED? Over nothing my glutes!"
He skips over the mention of Ian. No, he hasn't apologized for such things done in a death game. What point would that be? It would hardly bring the fucker back. It would assuage nothing.
But he sees Sigma's arm and he retreats as per Sigma's wish. Even if he turns his bitter glance downward to the ground. He knows that desperation for his own life for Sigma knows well he can fend for himself. He's fearing for Eponine and if she can't see such then Milenko steered be her.
He glances to Sabriel, noting with pride again how she calls him preacher. And with curiosity how she refers to herself not by name, but almost a title.
woops sorry about that misfire
He skips over the mention of Ian. No, he hasn't apologized for such things done in a death game. What point would that be? It would hardly bring the fucker back. It would assuage nothing.
But he sees Sigma's arm and he retreats as per Sigma's wish. Even if he turns his bitter glance downward to the ground. He knows that desperation for his own life for Sigma knows well he can fend for himself. He's fearing for Eponine and if she can't see such then Milenko steered be her.
He glances to Sabriel, noting with pride again how she calls him preacher. And with curiosity how she refers to herself not by name, but almost a title.