[It's an interesting progression of emotions that passes over Tinder's face as the demon watches and prevents his retreat. Horror, confusion, nausea, and between it all, the begging, the pleading for it to stop, to make it end, then... nothing? Had he broken the frail creature?
Yuber's face remains impassive as he releases Tinder's wrist. What had he seen? Whatever it was had terrified the boy--with all the war and death in his past, that was to be expected, but was that really enough to prompt the kind of emptiness in his eyes he'd seen at the end?]
Did you find what you were looking for? [His black glove slips back over scarred fingers, shielding the offending hand from the boy he'd just traumatized.]
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Date: 2015-05-30 03:56 pm (UTC)Yuber's face remains impassive as he releases Tinder's wrist. What had he seen? Whatever it was had terrified the boy--with all the war and death in his past, that was to be expected, but was that really enough to prompt the kind of emptiness in his eyes he'd seen at the end?]
Did you find what you were looking for? [His black glove slips back over scarred fingers, shielding the offending hand from the boy he'd just traumatized.]