[ Eyes wild and heart pounding, like a cornered animal, Tim takes another step back, dragging the chair with him, despite Louis making no effort to close the initial distance. He's just seen with his own eyes that he could be upon him before he has a chance to react, if he wanted to, and maybe that could be a sign of trustworthiness, that if he wanted to kill Tim he would be dead already. Fear, though, is stronger than reason, and it keeps him tense, jumpy, ready to run as soon as Louis is distracted. ]
Who’s we?
[ A quick glance back to the group at the head of the table makes him feel nauseous, and stupid. Demons, vampires, what’s next? How much more evil is he to consume in this place without his knowledge? ]
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Who’s we?
[ A quick glance back to the group at the head of the table makes him feel nauseous, and stupid. Demons, vampires, what’s next? How much more evil is he to consume in this place without his knowledge? ]
I’m not going anywhere with you, just get back.