[ he stands there for a moment as emet-selch finds a place to sit and he hesitates, thinks about whether he should just sit right there on the floor or find a proper seat. he errs towards the latter, wobbling a bit and sitting down, his hands clasped tightly together. ]
A demon of vengeance. It... found me at my weakest hour, starving and alone, and it became my only friend for many years.
[ "friend" is spat out, like he loathes thinking about it now in this moment. he looks down at his left hand. ]
It fueled my rage, my vengeance, twisted everything I wanted to accomplish into nothing but death... So I took away what I could...
[ he closes his fist. ] The gun it had tethered itself to went into an acid bath, but the thing still left its mark on me regardless of how that act severed our bond.
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A demon of vengeance. It... found me at my weakest hour, starving and alone, and it became my only friend for many years.
[ "friend" is spat out, like he loathes thinking about it now in this moment. he looks down at his left hand. ]
It fueled my rage, my vengeance, twisted everything I wanted to accomplish into nothing but death... So I took away what I could...
[ he closes his fist. ] The gun it had tethered itself to went into an acid bath, but the thing still left its mark on me regardless of how that act severed our bond.