[Her thoughts and memories brush against his mind—he’s psychic, after all, and more importantly, uncaring about the boundary lines between mental spaces right now—though he receives only passive fragments. Flickering images in the mind’s eye. A young girl suspended, a creature, a cruel teacher. Associations being drawn.
Henry mentally shoves it away. Why does he care. He doesn’t.
When she looks at him, she’s the very image of defiance. And his reaction could go either way — take himself up on his threat, or not. But perhaps it’s the oddity of the dim memory he picked up on that causes him to not follow through. Maybe she can provide him answers, and if he tries to kill her outright, it would be a momentary loss on his part. He scowls, but ultimately—
He tosses her aside. There’s nothing kind about it. And he’s still scowling, tracking her with his eyes, no matter how gracefully or ungracefully she lands in the sand.]
You—
[By the way, have we mentioned in the metatext enough that it’s really, really hot on this beach? For a lich-man turned semi-human again? It’s like he’s being cooked alive. Damn it. His skin feels like it’s on fire, and he clenches his teeth, the pain causing him to double over on wobbly feet. Eventually, he presses his knee into the sand, fighting against the sensation. Hold that thought.]
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Henry mentally shoves it away. Why does he care. He doesn’t.
When she looks at him, she’s the very image of defiance. And his reaction could go either way — take himself up on his threat, or not. But perhaps it’s the oddity of the dim memory he picked up on that causes him to not follow through. Maybe she can provide him answers, and if he tries to kill her outright, it would be a momentary loss on his part. He scowls, but ultimately—
He tosses her aside. There’s nothing kind about it. And he’s still scowling, tracking her with his eyes, no matter how gracefully or ungracefully she lands in the sand.]
You—
[By the way, have we mentioned in the metatext enough that it’s really, really hot on this beach? For a lich-man turned semi-human again? It’s like he’s being cooked alive. Damn it. His skin feels like it’s on fire, and he clenches his teeth, the pain causing him to double over on wobbly feet. Eventually, he presses his knee into the sand, fighting against the sensation. Hold that thought.]