[ Adelfoúla is still and pliant despite Set's wrenching grip on her person as she listens to Misa, then Claude. ]
I don't intend to run away. Master did not tell me to run away.
[ But as soon as Set begins to twist her arm and attempt to subdue her in earnest, she roots her booted heels into the soft earth beneath their feet, dislocating and then severing her arm at the elbow where his claws have pierced and damaged it. It rips, tearing away in a spurt of oily blood that smells of rust and iron, white-hot if it manages to splash upon any exposed skin. ]
Red man doesn't want to talk.
[ The severed arm in Set's hand abruptly rattles, squirms, and attempts to dig lithe fingers into his skin. Tiny clockwork insects crawl from the broken, cracked porcelain-like skin of the hanging elbow, skittering up in the dozens and trying to crawl toward Misa.
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I don't intend to run away. Master did not tell me to run away.
[ But as soon as Set begins to twist her arm and attempt to subdue her in earnest, she roots her booted heels into the soft earth beneath their feet, dislocating and then severing her arm at the elbow where his claws have pierced and damaged it. It rips, tearing away in a spurt of oily blood that smells of rust and iron, white-hot if it manages to splash upon any exposed skin. ]
Red man doesn't want to talk.
[ The severed arm in Set's hand abruptly rattles, squirms, and attempts to dig lithe fingers into his skin. Tiny clockwork insects crawl from the broken, cracked porcelain-like skin of the hanging elbow, skittering up in the dozens and trying to crawl toward Misa.
Softly, as she watches: ]
I don't like the red man.