[ He smirks a little at that, resting his head back on the ledge, staring up at the night sky above them. He doesn't recognize any of the patterns of stars, there's no Metia next to the moon. Completely unfamiliar, and it unsettles him, sparks a small protective urge in him to keep Jill close. They're truly out of their depth, here, at the mercy of their captors. ]
First it's loyalty and then it's your blood. And after that, all they ask for is your soul, and woe betide the man who refuses to give that.
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[ He smirks a little at that, resting his head back on the ledge, staring up at the night sky above them. He doesn't recognize any of the patterns of stars, there's no Metia next to the moon. Completely unfamiliar, and it unsettles him, sparks a small protective urge in him to keep Jill close. They're truly out of their depth, here, at the mercy of their captors. ]
First it's loyalty and then it's your blood. And after that, all they ask for is your soul, and woe betide the man who refuses to give that.