[ There is no humor in his laugh, just something icy and dull.
The question drags him into quiet, emotions swirling viciously as he churns that sentence over and over in his head for a few moments. This was not something he had wanted to share, but apparently, it has come up anyway. ]
...He got me out. [ Of the basement, he means- although he neglects to mention what Mishka was doing there in the first place. ] I didn't know why, but he did all the same. But we only made it so far before he showed up again, and I was hardly in any state to do something about it.
[ The glass is placed in front of him again, freshly filled, and he tugs it closer to peer into it again. ]
So he did. Shanked him to a wall, despite how much his people worship that bloody creature. [ He finds his face pinching again, grip tightening as the memory surfaces, ever-fresh. ] Those born of Koshevek territory are mired in poison their whole lives, the very land from the water to the soil turning them vile and monstrous from the inside out. Some lose themselves, and others can hold themselves together, if but barely. He is the latter.
[ A pause. ]
But he let go. It is nothing short of a death sentence of the self, as both your mind and body are gone to become something else. That is what he did, and that is what he means. [ The thought sparks his fury and the sharp pinpricks in his chest, teeth grinding. ] Despite having no say in the matter, it is apparently my fault he made that decision.
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[ There is no humor in his laugh, just something icy and dull.
The question drags him into quiet, emotions swirling viciously as he churns that sentence over and over in his head for a few moments. This was not something he had wanted to share, but apparently, it has come up anyway. ]
...He got me out. [ Of the basement, he means- although he neglects to mention what Mishka was doing there in the first place. ] I didn't know why, but he did all the same. But we only made it so far before he showed up again, and I was hardly in any state to do something about it.
[ The glass is placed in front of him again, freshly filled, and he tugs it closer to peer into it again. ]
So he did. Shanked him to a wall, despite how much his people worship that bloody creature. [ He finds his face pinching again, grip tightening as the memory surfaces, ever-fresh. ] Those born of Koshevek territory are mired in poison their whole lives, the very land from the water to the soil turning them vile and monstrous from the inside out. Some lose themselves, and others can hold themselves together, if but barely. He is the latter.
[ A pause. ]
But he let go. It is nothing short of a death sentence of the self, as both your mind and body are gone to become something else. That is what he did, and that is what he means. [ The thought sparks his fury and the sharp pinpricks in his chest, teeth grinding. ] Despite having no say in the matter, it is apparently my fault he made that decision.