[ He only looked at him, feeling an instinctive anger come over him at the seemingly loose fire. Another trick. A trick of the eye. He kept telling himself. He wanted to believe it, that, or it was a power, and he disliked either prospect equally. He didn't enjoy the idea of the powers, but letting it go by, denying the reality that could mean casualties.
There was an electric zing, underneath his skin, something like adrenaline, but not quite. Alien to the sensation, but similar enough that he wrote it off as such, leaning forward. ]
They did not make it sound as if you were entirely innocent. You have dealings with them.
no subject
There was an electric zing, underneath his skin, something like adrenaline, but not quite. Alien to the sensation, but similar enough that he wrote it off as such, leaning forward. ]
They did not make it sound as if you were entirely innocent. You have dealings with them.
[ Accusing. ]