[His entire body seizes in terror as her hooves cleave downward like tiny guillotines, his eyes wrinkling shut and his chin knifing into his chest while his arms curl to cover his head. Then she is grabbing him by the front of his shirt, and he squirms like the worm she assumes him to be.
Up close she will see that his eyes are damp with tears and gleaming with fear. He does nothing to wrench away from her. His hands fall to his sides, his legs lie limp on the ground, and when she lets go, he simply crumples as if his muscles have forgotten their purpose.]
Nobody gives a shit about any of that anymore where I'm from, all right? If I die here, nobody will be too cut up about it. Trust me.
[His words come as a weak croak, the edge to them all but lost. His eyes are pinned not to her but to the darkened sky far above.]
I don't care about proving my honor or whatever it is you're so obsessed with...I just want to make it through this hellhole. And if that means I have to turn tail and run, then that's exactly what I'll do.
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Up close she will see that his eyes are damp with tears and gleaming with fear. He does nothing to wrench away from her. His hands fall to his sides, his legs lie limp on the ground, and when she lets go, he simply crumples as if his muscles have forgotten their purpose.]
Nobody gives a shit about any of that anymore where I'm from, all right? If I die here, nobody will be too cut up about it. Trust me.
[His words come as a weak croak, the edge to them all but lost. His eyes are pinned not to her but to the darkened sky far above.]
I don't care about proving my honor or whatever it is you're so obsessed with...I just want to make it through this hellhole. And if that means I have to turn tail and run, then that's exactly what I'll do.