And every trip into a trap, and every jeer that comes from Joko only serves to flame the anger that had already begun to smoulder in his chest. Seething from the entire situation, his own temper, eventually Trahearne stops talking altogether. His jaw is set, concentrating on moving forward, to finding Joko and taking him out.
Maybe concentrating too hard, because he misses the last trap that freezes him in place. His face is twisted in frustration, and he hates having to be suspended here, listening to more jeers.
But he doesn't exactly like how Braham takes his place either. ]
No! [ His head whips back to look at the norn, then back in the direction of Joko's voice.
It does sting. He wonders if this makes him a moron. ]
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And every trip into a trap, and every jeer that comes from Joko only serves to flame the anger that had already begun to smoulder in his chest. Seething from the entire situation, his own temper, eventually Trahearne stops talking altogether. His jaw is set, concentrating on moving forward, to finding Joko and taking him out.
Maybe concentrating too hard, because he misses the last trap that freezes him in place. His face is twisted in frustration, and he hates having to be suspended here, listening to more jeers.
But he doesn't exactly like how Braham takes his place either. ]
No! [ His head whips back to look at the norn, then back in the direction of Joko's voice.
It does sting. He wonders if this makes him a moron. ]
Silence, Joko! Where are you?!