Let me guess, smug-faced self-righteous shite? It’s a running theme.
[He still remembers Lord fucking Cardigan’s long-winded last speech. Surprising how that man could choke all that and a couple insults at Jacob out in his last breaths.
But he turns around, still holding his hands up. He could run. He’s aware of that. He has a good chance of outrunning this man and disappearing into the crowds. He considers this for a moment before deciding to stay, because—well, that would just prove his non-existent guilt.
But he does say, sounding irritated because he knows exactly what’s happening here:] You couldn’t have done that sooner? [Never mind that Jacob himself didn’t either. But to be fair, he has an excuse: it’s a little unreliable at the moment.]
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[He still remembers Lord fucking Cardigan’s long-winded last speech. Surprising how that man could choke all that and a couple insults at Jacob out in his last breaths.
But he turns around, still holding his hands up. He could run. He’s aware of that. He has a good chance of outrunning this man and disappearing into the crowds. He considers this for a moment before deciding to stay, because—well, that would just prove his non-existent guilt.
But he does say, sounding irritated because he knows exactly what’s happening here:] You couldn’t have done that sooner? [Never mind that Jacob himself didn’t either. But to be fair, he has an excuse: it’s a little unreliable at the moment.]