[ But maybe that's projection and his prison memories at work, everything dredged up to the surface. Not everyone thinks like him. And there's a part of Ephemera, much more than he cares for, that just wants to turn around and walk out. Find himself a real fight, an enemy he could beat with his bare fucking hands, and let himself have that brief moment of perfect clarity. The freedom of that brutality. Do or die.
Breathe. Stay in the moment.
Ephemera tips his head to the side. The hood he's wearing softens the scars, but it doesn't conceal them. A half-measure. Sometimes he scares people without meaning to. ]
I've got shit to do. But you want someone to spar with, come find me in an hour.
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[ But maybe that's projection and his prison memories at work, everything dredged up to the surface. Not everyone thinks like him. And there's a part of Ephemera, much more than he cares for, that just wants to turn around and walk out. Find himself a real fight, an enemy he could beat with his bare fucking hands, and let himself have that brief moment of perfect clarity. The freedom of that brutality. Do or die.
Breathe. Stay in the moment.
Ephemera tips his head to the side. The hood he's wearing softens the scars, but it doesn't conceal them. A half-measure. Sometimes he scares people without meaning to. ]
I've got shit to do. But you want someone to spar with, come find me in an hour.