[ God, Matt thinks distantly, what the hell is in that alley. His heart has picked up speed despite his efforts. Knowing he likely doesn't have much time before some sort of crisis point, he wants to breathe faster, deeper--but of course, this type of easing can't be rushed. One deep breath; one slow release.
O auspicious Kalika with dishevelled hair, from the corners of whose mouth two streams of blood trickle-- ]
I can't figure out, [ Matt says, on the exhale, ] if you think I'm an idiot ... or like, playing six-dimensional chess.
[ Which is to say, there's no way to win. Matt's instinct is to comfort someone who's thrashing like this, either out of sympathy or placation; but an equal, opposite instinct says that could make Silco mad(der) or (more) suspicious or both. Maybe fighting and losing is the only way to make him feel sufficiently in control of his circumstances.
If that's the case, terrific. Matt rocks at losing fights.
Gently, trying to hold the shape of the sleep spell in his mind (they who recite another doubled bija of thine destroy all their enemies), Matt makes to get up from his seat. ]
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O auspicious Kalika with dishevelled hair, from the corners of whose mouth two streams of blood trickle-- ]
I can't figure out, [ Matt says, on the exhale, ] if you think I'm an idiot ... or like, playing six-dimensional chess.
[ Which is to say, there's no way to win. Matt's instinct is to comfort someone who's thrashing like this, either out of sympathy or placation; but an equal, opposite instinct says that could make Silco mad(der) or (more) suspicious or both. Maybe fighting and losing is the only way to make him feel sufficiently in control of his circumstances.
If that's the case, terrific. Matt rocks at losing fights.
Gently, trying to hold the shape of the sleep spell in his mind (they who recite another doubled bija of thine destroy all their enemies), Matt makes to get up from his seat. ]