[ He sneers at her again and takes a long draught from his glass, glaring at some spot on the floor afterwards. He wonders if his intention to seal them here with him will be the reason she needs to try to kill him again. How darkly do the passions of a dark knight run? She wishes to return home, she says? Well, at least she has one to return to.
The anguish surges like bile in his throat, almost choking him. Not even water helps swallow it down. Gods, this place is like an elaborate cage, and it won't even let him die.
(He wonders, though, how long he would stay dead should she or the others succeed again.) ]
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The anguish surges like bile in his throat, almost choking him. Not even water helps swallow it down. Gods, this place is like an elaborate cage, and it won't even let him die.
(He wonders, though, how long he would stay dead should she or the others succeed again.) ]