[ his expression falls when he sees the captives—one of them a stranger, the other two all-too familiar. he can feel a mixture of dread and guilt clench in his chest—even if he doesn't really believe any of them to be here, something feels like it's their fault that they are.
he jolts when he feels something knife into the back of his neck, and he grimaces as he seats himself down at the table. ]
...I think we ought to do what it says. For now, anyway.
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he jolts when he feels something knife into the back of his neck, and he grimaces as he seats himself down at the table. ]
...I think we ought to do what it says. For now, anyway.