[ that is, wow. okay. that's intense. it feels like he's just been gut-punched with the flare of rage that comes from her, the blur of monster and demons and fire and gore. topped out with the lovely visual of petre hanging, toothless and eyeless. the fury is a wall of choking smoke and fire, fueled by a life of torture by the hands of things like these.
it takes a moment for him to reply again, because she's right in that a compromise won't satisfy her. only petre's head, and that's not something sam can give to her. ]
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it takes a moment for him to reply again, because she's right in that a compromise won't satisfy her. only petre's head, and that's not something sam can give to her. ]
( Ilde, where are you? )