[He’s alive. He’a alive, and Yennefer is talking to him — like she had not just tried to devour him whole.
The melancholy that washes over him is nothing compared to the immense relief he feels over no longer having to fight for his life. He releases her immediately following, going prone on the ground and allowing his heart to momentarily hammer in his ears.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t flirted with death before, but Armitage was under no delusions about the fragility of life — his life in particular. And he just needs a moment.
But anxiety claws at his throat again before too long when he notes that Yennefer hasn’t changed back.]
Collect the-—same effect?
[He processes it all in broken, verbal pieces and reality hits him all at once. He is too exhausted for the full force of his indignation to shine, but his voice does crack at a considerable octave when he replies with his accusation.]
no subject
The melancholy that washes over him is nothing compared to the immense relief he feels over no longer having to fight for his life. He releases her immediately following, going prone on the ground and allowing his heart to momentarily hammer in his ears.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t flirted with death before, but Armitage was under no delusions about the fragility of life — his life in particular. And he just needs a moment.
But anxiety claws at his throat again before too long when he notes that Yennefer hasn’t changed back.]
Collect the-—same effect?
[He processes it all in broken, verbal pieces and reality hits him all at once. He is too exhausted for the full force of his indignation to shine, but his voice does crack at a considerable octave when he replies with his accusation.]
You were going to eat me.