Don't touch me! [ Where Gray's attempt at a punch goes ignored, Eustace gets a(n attempted) knee to the groin for his trouble. ] I'll kill whoever I want! If the mouse wasn't here... shit! Goddammit! This isn't over, you hear me?
[ It shouldn't matter that she is, and that she asked Mordred not to kill him. It shouldn't matter... but it does, and she's furious about it. Just like with Gray, she can't even fully remember what Eustace did to earn her ire, only that she needs to get him back for some sort of humiliation, some sort of betrayal; one that probably made perfect sense to her at the time, but now it's as if she's mustering up the memory of hatred, instead of feeling it fresh. Embers of a raging fire, just barely cooled enough to walk over, and to move past.
For now.
Out of sheer stubbornness alone, she stays on her feet, even as she starts to sway unsteadily from the poison's effects. If this keeps up, she's liable to faceplant sooner rather than later, and they should probably just let her. ]
You're the mutt, not me. You sit — then we'll talk.
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[ It shouldn't matter that she is, and that she asked Mordred not to kill him. It shouldn't matter... but it does, and she's furious about it. Just like with Gray, she can't even fully remember what Eustace did to earn her ire, only that she needs to get him back for some sort of humiliation, some sort of betrayal; one that probably made perfect sense to her at the time, but now it's as if she's mustering up the memory of hatred, instead of feeling it fresh. Embers of a raging fire, just barely cooled enough to walk over, and to move past.
For now.
Out of sheer stubbornness alone, she stays on her feet, even as she starts to sway unsteadily from the poison's effects. If this keeps up, she's liable to faceplant sooner rather than later, and they should probably just let her. ]
You're the mutt, not me. You sit — then we'll talk.