[ Arthur flinches away from her voice. At first he thought of Valdis as an innocent player, someone who didn't ask to know about Faroe, but by now his ire is firmly centered on her as well. And if she can fucking feel that, if she's looking inside his head without his consent and seeing how thought-paralysingly pissed off and unhappy and afraid he is, then good, maybe she'll finally leave him alone. ]
Don't. You don't fucking know anything.
[ But the warning makes him laugh unpleasantly. There it is: the angel of death is one more murderer on a ship full of murderers and monsters. He's no longer even surprised.
His emotions and Valdis's moving voice have thrown off his direction. He hits the doorframe before the door, hands first; the door sits not open, but out of flush with its frame. He mutters come on, come on, and the busted lock puts up no resistance as he pulls the door open by its edge.
Valdis can probably get the last word in for free here, if she wants. ]
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and unhappy and afraidhe is, then good, maybe she'll finally leave him alone. ]Don't. You don't fucking know anything.
[ But the warning makes him laugh unpleasantly. There it is: the angel of death is one more murderer on a ship full of murderers and monsters. He's no longer even surprised.
His emotions and Valdis's moving voice have thrown off his direction. He hits the doorframe before the door, hands first; the door sits not open, but out of flush with its frame. He mutters come on, come on, and the busted lock puts up no resistance as he pulls the door open by its edge.
Valdis can probably get the last word in for free here, if she wants. ]