[Perhaps it was ill-advised to let anyone in their group see him in this way. It could undermine the blind trust that they placed in such a strange creature, regardless of what had put them all here or what they were all bound to do. But, truth be told, this wasn't even as monstrous as Elias could be, and because of that he didn't consider any sorts of negative ramifications. Now he just wanted answers, which was what he had wanted most of all since arriving into this entangling scenario in the first place.
He didn't really feel anger as humans did. When things didn't go as he wanted them to, as they did when the Taraxa-controlled qorral replied with a bald-faced lie, he just felt a powerful inclination to violence, not necessarily motivated by hatred or frustration. He withstood the impulse, as he had long since learned to, though his gaze became more intent. From how close the qorral was, he could see slits, now, in those glowing red eyes—reptilian, cold.]
Indeed. [The reply is made without movement, keeping his eyes unblinking on the subject of the spell.] I agree with the young witch. It is in your best interest to be truthful.
[The shadows clinging to the man's body began to sprout thorns.]
Again, [said with utmost patience,] what are the Taraxa's relationship to Zymandis?
[He tries to lie. He really does. Elias watches as the mouth moves, struggling, as if something were caught in his throat without going through the eventuality of choking him. What he does manage to get out at first is,] "I - I told you, hhg," [he flinches, as if in pain, before the next words come from his mouth more like a stream than a trickle.] "Our hive - works as infiltrators for them. For - this planet we were sent to work our way into the qorral settlement without suspicion. We - hgh, used the guise of a religious group to start, then we began to plant more agents through the patrons of the saloon."
[The man stops, taking a few labored breaths, and Elias glances for a moment towards Sieglinde.] I believe that rings more true. [He observes the circle upon the floor for a moment.] ...Well done.
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He didn't really feel anger as humans did. When things didn't go as he wanted them to, as they did when the Taraxa-controlled qorral replied with a bald-faced lie, he just felt a powerful inclination to violence, not necessarily motivated by hatred or frustration. He withstood the impulse, as he had long since learned to, though his gaze became more intent. From how close the qorral was, he could see slits, now, in those glowing red eyes—reptilian, cold.]
Indeed. [The reply is made without movement, keeping his eyes unblinking on the subject of the spell.] I agree with the young witch. It is in your best interest to be truthful.
[The shadows clinging to the man's body began to sprout thorns.]
Again, [said with utmost patience,] what are the Taraxa's relationship to Zymandis?
[He tries to lie. He really does. Elias watches as the mouth moves, struggling, as if something were caught in his throat without going through the eventuality of choking him. What he does manage to get out at first is,] "I - I told you, hhg," [he flinches, as if in pain, before the next words come from his mouth more like a stream than a trickle.] "Our hive - works as infiltrators for them. For - this planet we were sent to work our way into the qorral settlement without suspicion. We - hgh, used the guise of a religious group to start, then we began to plant more agents through the patrons of the saloon."
[The man stops, taking a few labored breaths, and Elias glances for a moment towards Sieglinde.] I believe that rings more true. [He observes the circle upon the floor for a moment.] ...Well done.