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.]
[There's no arguing, no denial. Just a "yes". He's a monster. That's that. Can't ignore it.]
Or you'll...what? Kill me? Can't...can't do that, I'm afraid.
[He feels a strange feeling well up in his chest when he sees her anger, sees the glint of fear in those fiery eyes - the fact that another is afraid of him is so strange and so...amusing, almost. Before, people wouldn't give him the time of day, and now he could make others fear him.]
[He's still staring at her with those horrible eyes, burn him! Nynaeve yanks her braid so hard that it hurts, gathering her anger before she speaks. Anger gives her word a razor's edge, and she's glad for the sharpness.]
Anyone can be killed, Mr. Bracket. You remember that.
[Blood and bloody ashes, when will she learn not to poke the bear?! She hastily turns her back, intending on striding off before he can frighten the wits out of her again. Not that she would ever admit to it.]
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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.]
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[There's no arguing, no denial. Just a "yes". He's a monster. That's that. Can't ignore it.]
Or you'll...what? Kill me? Can't...can't do that, I'm afraid.
[He feels a strange feeling well up in his chest when he sees her anger, sees the glint of fear in those fiery eyes - the fact that another is afraid of him is so strange and so...amusing, almost. Before, people wouldn't give him the time of day, and now he could make others fear him.]
[Strange. So very strange.]
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Anyone can be killed, Mr. Bracket. You remember that.
[Blood and bloody ashes, when will she learn not to poke the bear?! She hastily turns her back, intending on striding off before he can frighten the wits out of her again. Not that she would ever admit to it.]