So you rather devour the souls of people for the sake of saving yourself.
[Disgusted is too mild a word to describe her feelings in this moment, and despite herself, Nynaeve bares her teeth at the creature as though she'd very much like to sink them into his throat. He's already mad, but she has the wisdom to keep her mouth shut--at least on that point.]
Stay away from me. [She warns, managing not to hiss like an angry goose.] Or I'll--
[She doesn't know what. Strangle him. Hating herself for not daring to take her eyes off of him, Nynaeve takes a wary step back, then another, and another.]
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[Disgusted is too mild a word to describe her feelings in this moment, and despite herself, Nynaeve bares her teeth at the creature as though she'd very much like to sink them into his throat. He's already mad, but she has the wisdom to keep her mouth shut--at least on that point.]
Stay away from me. [She warns, managing not to hiss like an angry goose.] Or I'll--
[She doesn't know what. Strangle him. Hating herself for not daring to take her eyes off of him, Nynaeve takes a wary step back, then another, and another.]