"Stop talking," he demands, eyes darting around as he waits for them to intercede, to put him down themselves. He is not to talk to the targets, not to engage other than to slit their throats, break their necks or gut them and when he breaks the rules it always get worse.
"You're not real, let this be over. I need this to be over, now."
He lets grace bleed through his free hand, ready to end this fight. They will punish him for it, their preference being the blade, but he hates it when they speak to him.
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Date: 2014-04-21 05:09 am (UTC)"You're not real, let this be over. I need this to be over, now."
He lets grace bleed through his free hand, ready to end this fight. They will punish him for it, their preference being the blade, but he hates it when they speak to him.