Oh, no--no, no, no-- Cornered and caught on his back foot, Myr knows he can't very well lie his way out of admitting what had happened, but the litany of questions has the panic clawing its way up the back of his throat again, his pulse beating faster, fingers white-knuckled where he clutches at the edge of the table--
It gives way so easily to anger at the last; only his implicit promise to Petra keeps him from snarling out a 'fuck you,' quitting the table and storming off (that and he'll be damned if he gives ground here, to this shem in particular).
"Do you really think so little of us, Warden?" Despite his emotions, he can keep his voice in check--he can still do that much.
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Oh, no--no, no, no-- Cornered and caught on his back foot, Myr knows he can't very well lie his way out of admitting what had happened, but the litany of questions has the panic clawing its way up the back of his throat again, his pulse beating faster, fingers white-knuckled where he clutches at the edge of the table--
It gives way so easily to anger at the last; only his implicit promise to Petra keeps him from snarling out a 'fuck you,' quitting the table and storming off (that and he'll be damned if he gives ground here, to this shem in particular).
"Do you really think so little of us, Warden?" Despite his emotions, he can keep his voice in check--he can still do that much.