He gives her a grin, that's more fury and pain and grinding fangs than anything friendly; but it's an answer to her question. His palms are just short of bleeding and his hand visibly shake.
He could try and kill her now, but he's not going to place bets on what the poison is going to do. He's already got an idea, after what they were made to watch, and he imagines she does too.
He needs to find the Helmsman. Speaking of...
He snarls through grit teeth, over the sound of fighting tributes, "IF THE YELLOWBLOOD CROSSES PATH HE IS TO BE UNFUCKINGHARMED!" Or will find you and make you hurt, Partner or not.
He huffs and gives a small bow of head and horns out of habit, forgetting for a single moment that she's not his higher up, he's hers. Then he's running again.
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He could try and kill her now, but he's not going to place bets on what the poison is going to do. He's already got an idea, after what they were made to watch, and he imagines she does too.
He needs to find the Helmsman. Speaking of...
He snarls through grit teeth, over the sound of fighting tributes, "IF THE YELLOWBLOOD CROSSES PATH HE IS TO BE UNFUCKINGHARMED!" Or will find you and make you hurt, Partner or not.
He huffs and gives a small bow of head and horns out of habit, forgetting for a single moment that she's not his higher up, he's hers. Then he's running again.