I may be a good marksman, but I've so many questions.
[ his voice softens incrementally at the last bit of that, expression never wavering - a neutral brow, a stiff upper lip. my reflection, my shadow, or me. percy knows what this may be like, this strange unearthly possession, and it strokes down his shoulders like an unsettling, thick deluge of memory. smoke and soot, black powder smell in his lungs, choking.
he pushes the thought away. ]
I will save them for later, but for now, Cheris, are you certain this is what you want me to do? There's no other way to put him down if the case may be?
[ a beat. ]
Do we know if this will kill you in the process?
[ the hesitance is barely there, the desire only for information, to do what is right by her. ]
no subject
[ his voice softens incrementally at the last bit of that, expression never wavering - a neutral brow, a stiff upper lip. my reflection, my shadow, or me. percy knows what this may be like, this strange unearthly possession, and it strokes down his shoulders like an unsettling, thick deluge of memory. smoke and soot, black powder smell in his lungs, choking.
he pushes the thought away. ]
I will save them for later, but for now, Cheris, are you certain this is what you want me to do? There's no other way to put him down if the case may be?
[ a beat. ]
Do we know if this will kill you in the process?
[ the hesitance is barely there, the desire only for information, to do what is right by her. ]