[He forgets how to breathe. The hairs on the back of his neck rise and he slowly looks down at the metal prosthetic. He doesn’t know what expression is on his face. He suspects he went blank faced like he used to when the Druids came for him.
He always knew when they were coming. Other people in other cells would go quiet. Even the criers they all knew wouldn’t last long. He sets the metal hand down on the table.
It responds to him. It seems like his. But he has never forgotten that his own arm was taken and this was put in its place.
Witch
His memories hiss. He closes his eyes.] I’ll get it checked.
[His voice comes out quieter than he meant it to. Steady as always but there is an edge of fear in it. One he doesn’t want to make known.] I’ll make sure.
[He forces the swirl of emotions down with a visible effort and raises his head to look at Keith.] Thank you for the warning.
no subject
He always knew when they were coming. Other people in other cells would go quiet. Even the criers they all knew wouldn’t last long. He sets the metal hand down on the table.
It responds to him. It seems like his. But he has never forgotten that his own arm was taken and this was put in its place.
Witch
His memories hiss. He closes his eyes.] I’ll get it checked.
[His voice comes out quieter than he meant it to. Steady as always but there is an edge of fear in it. One he doesn’t want to make known.] I’ll make sure.
[He forces the swirl of emotions down with a visible effort and raises his head to look at Keith.] Thank you for the warning.