He does have the expression of someone going down a rabbit hole, thinking of the moment he had sworn to them that they would fall alongside their masters. He felt like he was speaking as him, the beast that lurks within his soul. Almost as if some part of the wyrm had awoken in response to his sheer hatred.
He's done that sort of thing before, of course. When he calls upon Nidhogg's power it was, in a way, calling on his spirit, and asking it to bring vengeance. This time, though, it had seemed to speak through him, in a way it hadn't since they were truly one. Maybe it's because he hasn't been this angry since the day Nidhogg died.
He stares down at his feet, covered in scales and twisted into claws, and wonders if this is the simple result of him giving into that bloodlust. Was the relative ease of his life before all that was holding it back?
When she speaks to him, he's obviously distracted, finding sliding over the scales of his ankle. He hears her, though.
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He's done that sort of thing before, of course. When he calls upon Nidhogg's power it was, in a way, calling on his spirit, and asking it to bring vengeance. This time, though, it had seemed to speak through him, in a way it hadn't since they were truly one. Maybe it's because he hasn't been this angry since the day Nidhogg died.
He stares down at his feet, covered in scales and twisted into claws, and wonders if this is the simple result of him giving into that bloodlust. Was the relative ease of his life before all that was holding it back?
When she speaks to him, he's obviously distracted, finding sliding over the scales of his ankle. He hears her, though.
"Well, let's have them," he murmurs.