[ The flowers titter in response, call out arguments in the contrary, yes, it doesn't matter, you shameful, cowardly demon, but Midnight is very used to ignoring these things and isn't the sort to let others shame him into thinking about anything he doesn't want to. He's a pragmatist. He's looking for weapons. He's intimidated, highly outmatched, and is perhaps afraid, but what he isn't is a quitter.
So, that's definitely Roland, or something that may have Roland in its clutches. Simple. (Does he really feel this victimized? That's a little sad... He never thought he felt this alone.) Midnight backs up, looking around for tactical advantages, keeping track of his exits. He needs... a space that he can fit in, but this thing can't. He also needs to move, but he can't let on that he knows what he's looking for, even if he hasn't found it yet...
Talking and moving at the same time it is. At least Midnight's good at that.
You can talk your way out of anything, can't you? Even the blood on your hands. ]
Don't know what you mean by that, anyway. We're both still breathing, aren't we?
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[ The flowers titter in response, call out arguments in the contrary, yes, it doesn't matter, you shameful, cowardly demon, but Midnight is very used to ignoring these things and isn't the sort to let others shame him into thinking about anything he doesn't want to. He's a pragmatist. He's looking for weapons. He's intimidated, highly outmatched, and is perhaps afraid, but what he isn't is a quitter.
So, that's definitely Roland, or something that may have Roland in its clutches. Simple. (Does he really feel this victimized? That's a little sad... He never thought he felt this alone.) Midnight backs up, looking around for tactical advantages, keeping track of his exits. He needs... a space that he can fit in, but this thing can't. He also needs to move, but he can't let on that he knows what he's looking for, even if he hasn't found it yet...
Talking and moving at the same time it is. At least Midnight's good at that.
You can talk your way out of anything, can't you? Even the blood on your hands. ]
Don't know what you mean by that, anyway. We're both still breathing, aren't we?