[He feels the magic go, the ice sword falling dead to the ground, the glow on the surface of his eyes fizzling out. He's frustrated, he's furious at everything, at being trapped, at being alone again, at being a toy for wardens to deprive or reward at their leisure.]
Why the hell should I?
[The whites show all the way around his eyes and he throws himself against the fused armor, squeezes the frozen joints until the leather creaks.]
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Date: 2015-06-28 07:41 am (UTC)Why the hell should I?
[The whites show all the way around his eyes and he throws himself against the fused armor, squeezes the frozen joints until the leather creaks.]