[ Since they’re fucking going there. Ephemera thumps his head back against the wall. Hard. ]
Fine. Why are we here? Why aren’t we hunting them?
[ It’s a mistake. He knows it as soon as the words are out. There’s too much they have not, cannot, say out loud. And the moment the words are out in the air is the moment everything goes sharp, the noise of the distant crowd suddenly much louder, and Ephemera has the urge to just turn around and slam his head into the wall until it just goes quiet again.
He doesn’t. Because that would be fucking insane. ]
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[ Since they’re fucking going there. Ephemera thumps his head back against the wall. Hard. ]
Fine. Why are we here? Why aren’t we hunting them?
[ It’s a mistake. He knows it as soon as the words are out. There’s too much they have not, cannot, say out loud. And the moment the words are out in the air is the moment everything goes sharp, the noise of the distant crowd suddenly much louder, and Ephemera has the urge to just turn around and slam his head into the wall until it just goes quiet again.
He doesn’t. Because that would be fucking insane. ]