Heinrix inhaled sharply, watching him strain against his hand, against the points of pain, the way he writhed like it was both... He feels a lurch of something in his chest that feels like guilt and disgust and anger all mired in one sensation. He wants nothing more than to be done with this, but damn him he enjoys watching the Drukhari suffer.
Every slight, every insult... he feels like he can extract them from Marazhai's flesh now.
But no, he was an Inquisitor of the Holy Ordos Xenos. He knew the value of patience. Of waiting. Of taking his time. He could not take every sin, every pound of flesh yet. He had to show patience. ]
I do not fear anything about you, Xenos.
[ He reached out with a free hand, gloved, to stroke against the surface of the ear. It is surprisingly gentle, until he reached the end.
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Heinrix inhaled sharply, watching him strain against his hand, against the points of pain, the way he writhed like it was both... He feels a lurch of something in his chest that feels like guilt and disgust and anger all mired in one sensation. He wants nothing more than to be done with this, but damn him he enjoys watching the Drukhari suffer.
Every slight, every insult... he feels like he can extract them from Marazhai's flesh now.
But no, he was an Inquisitor of the Holy Ordos Xenos. He knew the value of patience. Of waiting. Of taking his time. He could not take every sin, every pound of flesh yet. He had to show patience. ]
I do not fear anything about you, Xenos.
[ He reached out with a free hand, gloved, to stroke against the surface of the ear. It is surprisingly gentle, until he reached the end.
There he pinched it, hard. ]