[ They ought to fight. They always do in the end and Ephemera doesn't know what to do with a genuine conversation, the kind that starts and ends without spilling blood. It feels wrong here. It doesn't slot into the expected places. And that uncertainty is where he gets tripped up. He has armor now.
It ought to matter. But his gaze keeps returning to the healing mark on Felix's neck and that -
Don't. Don't go there.
He holds his ground. He doesn't move at all. ]
Think he liked the challenge.
[ A lie. Crais might have liked the challenge, but Ephemera knows damn well that's not why he made the armor. ]
no subject
It ought to matter. But his gaze keeps returning to the healing mark on Felix's neck and that -
Don't. Don't go there.
He holds his ground. He doesn't move at all. ]
Think he liked the challenge.
[ A lie. Crais might have liked the challenge, but Ephemera knows damn well that's not why he made the armor. ]
Not here to kill you. This shit isn't about you.