[ Letting anyone at his back is a mistake. A threat far more immediate and real than anything they’re dancing around now. Felix could fuck him up like this. Go for his spine, the reactor, any number of available weak points. Ephemera tips his head back and doesn’t move. Toggles his HUD to keep track of things, but he doesn’t move even when Felix is directly behind him.
It’s not about trust. But it’s happening, nonetheless.
Fuck.
Ephemera stills at the question. For a moment, he barely breathes. ]
Because I don’t torture people.
[ It comes out soft. Too honest. He knows what it means to be forced onto the ground, to feel yourself lose the thread. And he doesn’t have many lines left, but that’s one. Hunter would’ve wanted it that way, he thinks.
Hunter lost his mind at the end. Ephemera couldn’t do a damn thing about that. But in the arena, he could be calm. So, he was. ]
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It’s not about trust. But it’s happening, nonetheless.
Fuck.
Ephemera stills at the question. For a moment, he barely breathes. ]
Because I don’t torture people.
[ It comes out soft. Too honest. He knows what it means to be forced onto the ground, to feel yourself lose the thread. And he doesn’t have many lines left, but that’s one. Hunter would’ve wanted it that way, he thinks.
Hunter lost his mind at the end. Ephemera couldn’t do a damn thing about that. But in the arena, he could be calm. So, he was. ]