[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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[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.]