[A flinch passes through him as Vicious echoes the word back. He scowls at nothing, setting his jaw tight.
Considering his answer.
Tell him. Please. Tell him the truth. He has more than proved he could be trusted with it.
Let me -
NO. Shut UP.
Kronid breathes in and out slowly, tempering himself before speaking. Avoiding...interruption.
He can tell part of the truth. Omit most. Keep it all at bay.]
...The dream is...figurative. Out of order. But the memory...the fire began after I was burned.
The crucifix ignited when it touched me. Branded me. It never healed, and it never will. The fire caught the...the building you saw. The price of hatred for those whose lives you... disagree with, I have thought.
[His tone is level - but his pulse is fast and heavy. Straining to keep something at bay.]
no subject
Considering his answer.
Tell him. Please. Tell him the truth. He has more than proved he could be trusted with it.
Let me -
NO. Shut UP.
Kronid breathes in and out slowly, tempering himself before speaking. Avoiding...interruption.
He can tell part of the truth. Omit most. Keep it all at bay.]
...The dream is...figurative. Out of order. But the memory...the fire began after I was burned.
The crucifix ignited when it touched me. Branded me. It never healed, and it never will. The fire caught the...the building you saw. The price of hatred for those whose lives you... disagree with, I have thought.
[His tone is level - but his pulse is fast and heavy. Straining to keep something at bay.]
It was...a long time ago.