[Well, he's just a normie, so he can't do anything about that. Her hand clenches quite firmly around his throat, and squeezes hard enough to restrict most of his airflow.
Most of it.
His own hand comes up to grasp at her wrist, for what good it does -- nothing at all, beyond mere instinctive response. And so much of what she tells him truly means nothing; Cloud Retainer? Mighty adeptus? Something more than what she's pretended to be with him, someone who's created great and fascinating things. That much, he can conclude.
What a shame it's had to come to this, then.
Brenner, despite the upped heart rate and the squeeze around his throat which makes each word a strain, still manages a frustrating tilt to his mouth.]
If you do manage to traverse the veil between worlds, then please. Pay a visit, let me pick your mind on the matter. I'd be happy to see an old friend.
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Most of it.
His own hand comes up to grasp at her wrist, for what good it does -- nothing at all, beyond mere instinctive response. And so much of what she tells him truly means nothing; Cloud Retainer? Mighty adeptus? Something more than what she's pretended to be with him, someone who's created great and fascinating things. That much, he can conclude.
What a shame it's had to come to this, then.
Brenner, despite the upped heart rate and the squeeze around his throat which makes each word a strain, still manages a frustrating tilt to his mouth.]
If you do manage to traverse the veil between worlds, then please. Pay a visit, let me pick your mind on the matter. I'd be happy to see an old friend.