[Why does he keep getting dragged into shit that has nothing to do with him? How come everyone else's disasters always become his own disasters? Why is he always in the wrong damn place at the wrong damn time?
These are the thoughts rattling through his head as he flails about, first in her grip, kicking his legs in frantic protest because with her is the last place he wants to be, aside from on the blade of the minotaur's ax - and then on her withers, his hands scrambling for purchase as she gallops. It is nothing short of a miracle that he manages to locate the harness before he slides off and crashes to the ground.]
What the hell are you doing? You're the one he's pissed at!
[Oh god, he's gonna die, he's gonna die, he is so gonna die...!
Perhaps more imminent than his death, however, is the chance of him throwing up. His stomach churns with anxiety, and the stench of the minotaur's table scraps along with all this jarring and jouncing is not helping.]
i am so sorry
These are the thoughts rattling through his head as he flails about, first in her grip, kicking his legs in frantic protest because with her is the last place he wants to be, aside from on the blade of the minotaur's ax - and then on her withers, his hands scrambling for purchase as she gallops. It is nothing short of a miracle that he manages to locate the harness before he slides off and crashes to the ground.]
What the hell are you doing? You're the one he's pissed at!
[Oh god, he's gonna die, he's gonna die, he is so gonna die...!
Perhaps more imminent than his death, however, is the chance of him throwing up. His stomach churns with anxiety, and the stench of the minotaur's table scraps along with all this jarring and jouncing is not helping.]