He catches the water, watching her closely, then takes a small sip for himself.
"LIKE AT THE HIGH ROPE, DOESN'T SHE. The walk above and thin. FUCKING. Balance. FANCY FOR THE DARE WALK OVER KNIVES AND BEASTS BELOW. And nothing but a rope to hold she," He says. "DON'T TEST MY PATIENCE, PYROPE. Up and motherfucking fail she will. AND ROPE ABOVE WILL SNAP, among other fucking things." He tosses the water back. "BUT SHE HAS ACCORD. For now, a motherfucking cahoots... Partner."
His eyes don't leave her. "THERE SHALL BE NO TRIAL. Ever fucker is guilty for crime of breathing. THIS SHALL BE A FUCKING HUNT. If he finds note of treachery in her she will all be among them in cull. CLEAR?"
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"LIKE AT THE HIGH ROPE, DOESN'T SHE. The walk above and thin. FUCKING. Balance. FANCY FOR THE DARE WALK OVER KNIVES AND BEASTS BELOW. And nothing but a rope to hold she," He says. "DON'T TEST MY PATIENCE, PYROPE. Up and motherfucking fail she will. AND ROPE ABOVE WILL SNAP, among other fucking things." He tosses the water back. "BUT SHE HAS ACCORD. For now, a motherfucking cahoots... Partner."
His eyes don't leave her. "THERE SHALL BE NO TRIAL. Ever fucker is guilty for crime of breathing. THIS SHALL BE A FUCKING HUNT. If he finds note of treachery in her she will all be among them in cull. CLEAR?"