Castor knows this. The smell of the room. The pregnant silences. The heavy tension.
She knows the sound of that voice. The laugh. The sound of blades being drawn.
She's on Illberd before she knows what she's doing. She's too late to save Raubahn, but the small voice in the back of Castor's head reminds her that none of this is real. Acting here won't change anything. Her rage is real though, and as her fist connects with Illberd's smug fucking face, it feels good.
She dances away from the retaliation, landing light on her feet next to...
Irhya.
Oh.
"You need te wake up," Castor hisses, "Ye need te get out of here!"
yes hi I might be working out some personal rage issues here.
She knows the sound of that voice. The laugh. The sound of blades being drawn.
She's on Illberd before she knows what she's doing. She's too late to save Raubahn, but the small voice in the back of Castor's head reminds her that none of this is real. Acting here won't change anything. Her rage is real though, and as her fist connects with Illberd's smug fucking face, it feels good.
She dances away from the retaliation, landing light on her feet next to...
Irhya.
Oh.
"You need te wake up," Castor hisses, "Ye need te get out of here!"