[ a thought comes to him in that moment, unbidden and unwelcome, and he hates himself a little for it. (Feels the disgust, too, that there's so little hate for even that, for the sheer objectivity of it all.)
Too late, he thinks, and considers it a blessing he hasn't flinched yet. ]
I never lied, not about that.
[ rasped, grated out, like he'd just spent the past hour shouting at the top of his lungs. ]
Do you want a promise? A deal? The Kaientai never goes back on its word.
Re: action
Too late, he thinks, and considers it a blessing he hasn't flinched yet. ]
I never lied, not about that.
[ rasped, grated out, like he'd just spent the past hour shouting at the top of his lungs. ]
Do you want a promise? A deal? The Kaientai never goes back on its word.