BEFORE [He's not here for any kind of enjoyment. Who actually likes watching people be executed? No this is for justice. To make sure this person actually gets what they deserve. Maybe that's why they gave him that "arcana". He's not a hard person to spot, what with the height, the unusual appearance out of all the humans. And the big bandage still slapped to the side of his face.]
[If that's not a familiar feeling, he doesn't know what is. And now they don't have the Normandy's medical bay to fix the problem in a few hours.]
It's not going to backfire and end up with me on the altar, right?
[He asks when the Mages appear, ask for his name on the stone - thanks for that, Justice Arcana. Despite the relaxed drawl of the words, there's a tension there. Like he fully expects to get yanked back into some kind of magical trap. Again.]
AFTER What the hell.
[No, seriously. What the hell was that. Maybe he'd been right on the mark for "magical trap". Maybe infect her with mushroom spores too. Execute her by throwing her into the fungus dungeon. Something that seemed... hell, he doesn't know. He's no stranger to creative punishments, given his time in Omega.]
[But that was... a lot. A lot to take in, process. Giant bird-monsters were somehow easier to accept than an animal skin that ate people.]
And we're allowed to take one of her bones? [Not to keep, sure, but still, yikes.] I'm all for giving criminals what they deserve, but that seems ... pushing it.
The Execution
[He's not here for any kind of enjoyment. Who actually likes watching people be executed? No this is for justice. To make sure this person actually gets what they deserve. Maybe that's why they gave him that "arcana". He's not a hard person to spot, what with the height, the unusual appearance out of all the humans. And the big bandage still slapped to the side of his face.]
[If that's not a familiar feeling, he doesn't know what is. And now they don't have the Normandy's medical bay to fix the problem in a few hours.]
It's not going to backfire and end up with me on the altar, right?
[He asks when the Mages appear, ask for his name on the stone - thanks for that, Justice Arcana. Despite the relaxed drawl of the words, there's a tension there. Like he fully expects to get yanked back into some kind of magical trap. Again.]
AFTER
What the hell.
[No, seriously. What the hell was that. Maybe he'd been right on the mark for "magical trap". Maybe infect her with mushroom spores too. Execute her by throwing her into the fungus dungeon. Something that seemed... hell, he doesn't know. He's no stranger to creative punishments, given his time in Omega.]
[But that was... a lot. A lot to take in, process. Giant bird-monsters were somehow easier to accept than an animal skin that ate people.]
And we're allowed to take one of her bones? [Not to keep, sure, but still, yikes.] I'm all for giving criminals what they deserve, but that seems ... pushing it.