[It comes out before Onni really thinks about it.]
Have you?
[His voice is a little shaky, thinking about the prospect of killing someone, the idea of it feeling abhorrent as much as it might be necessary. When Nikolai says that he should thread chains over his chest, he does so, not hard enough or tight enough to restrict his breathing, but enough to keep him restrained.
He's quiet while Nikolai says that his world doesn't have magic, or gods, that they have saints that people pray to. That one of them is a girl he knows. That one of them is the man who'd done this to him. Onni frowns deeply, threading some chains over Nikolai's pelvis and thighs, his hands still shaking a little. He isn't sure how to answer that at first, so he thinks about it for a while.]
Maybe your world is very different from mine, then, or perhaps people have identified the wrong saints. I don't know. I can't know. All I know is how it works on my world. I'm sorry this has happened to you.
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[It comes out before Onni really thinks about it.]
Have you?
[His voice is a little shaky, thinking about the prospect of killing someone, the idea of it feeling abhorrent as much as it might be necessary. When Nikolai says that he should thread chains over his chest, he does so, not hard enough or tight enough to restrict his breathing, but enough to keep him restrained.
He's quiet while Nikolai says that his world doesn't have magic, or gods, that they have saints that people pray to. That one of them is a girl he knows. That one of them is the man who'd done this to him. Onni frowns deeply, threading some chains over Nikolai's pelvis and thighs, his hands still shaking a little. He isn't sure how to answer that at first, so he thinks about it for a while.]
Maybe your world is very different from mine, then, or perhaps people have identified the wrong saints. I don't know. I can't know. All I know is how it works on my world. I'm sorry this has happened to you.