"Oh. Right," he answers softly. He'd already be dead. It's terrifying and reassuring at the same time.
He watches the other as he says this, a puzzled look giving way to a darting gaze which gives way to concern. He suspects that some of this broken appearance is an act--it takes an actor to recognise an actor--but not all of it. So even though he's sure that if he tried to leave he'd be murdered on the spot, it's the grains of truth that settle into his mind.
"Okay," he says, a slightly rueful smile crossing his face. "I've gotten myself into it this far. The only way to go is forward. Tell me what's on your mind."
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Date: 2022-03-16 10:23 am (UTC)He watches the other as he says this, a puzzled look giving way to a darting gaze which gives way to concern. He suspects that some of this broken appearance is an act--it takes an actor to recognise an actor--but not all of it. So even though he's sure that if he tried to leave he'd be murdered on the spot, it's the grains of truth that settle into his mind.
"Okay," he says, a slightly rueful smile crossing his face. "I've gotten myself into it this far. The only way to go is forward. Tell me what's on your mind."