[ It's the voice that carries in the oddly still night of the oddly cold-free town that seems to jump start him out of that rolling chanting. At least briefly. Enough for him to try and do exactly that. But it's suddenly a lot harder than he'd think it would be. It's not like Jim or Kunsel or Zell when he'd seen them. Maybe because they're no one he'd ever in his right mind want to hurt. This isn't anyone he personally knows. Not that theories and guess work matter right now. No, right now is him- trying to- do exactly that, but it's really frustrating and- ]
I'd love to, really-! [ He's yelling it angrily, but the anger's clearly more at himself. Because no matter how much he's attempting to, his body suddenly feels like it's working against him. It feels like there's weights on his legs for every step he takes back. And it's getting harder and harder. The hand on the grip of his sword grows tighter. ]
I don't know what the hell is going on, but- you need to leave! Now!
[ There's a desperation in those odd scrawled eyes of his as he yells. ]
no subject
I'd love to, really-! [ He's yelling it angrily, but the anger's clearly more at himself. Because no matter how much he's attempting to, his body suddenly feels like it's working against him. It feels like there's weights on his legs for every step he takes back. And it's getting harder and harder. The hand on the grip of his sword grows tighter. ]
I don't know what the hell is going on, but- you need to leave! Now!
[ There's a desperation in those odd scrawled eyes of his as he yells. ]