[ without the overwhelming flood of the empathy bond, this is nearly manageable. it still takes all the attention and sheer determination she possesses to keep two hands steady despite the jerking, pained motions of her charge; sweat beads on her brow as her heels dig into place, her whole body tense with the effort. ]
Relax, [ a plea, a word intended to be soft-spoken but practically spat out from sheer frustration alone; if he would just calm down, this would all be over. trade anger for anguish and she'd release her grip, leave the man to his melancholy spirit and all the spirits on the wall that would soon soothe it, and make her escape.
there'll be no raiding the grounds for supplies today. at this rate, with the crowds pressing in, they'll be lucky to escape at all. but they can't stop. they both know that. they have to pursue this to the end, an obligation to stop further suffering driving them both forward; until the men are both calmed, they can't leave. ]
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Relax, [ a plea, a word intended to be soft-spoken but practically spat out from sheer frustration alone; if he would just calm down, this would all be over. trade anger for anguish and she'd release her grip, leave the man to his melancholy spirit and all the spirits on the wall that would soon soothe it, and make her escape.
there'll be no raiding the grounds for supplies today. at this rate, with the crowds pressing in, they'll be lucky to escape at all. but they can't stop. they both know that. they have to pursue this to the end, an obligation to stop further suffering driving them both forward; until the men are both calmed, they can't leave. ]
I need a minute. Maybe two. Do we have a minute?
[ can we hold them off, if we have to? ]