[ jayce's mouth drops open, closes, then snaps tighter as a deeper sigh pulls out from his nose and hollow, arcane festered lungs. that was one easy way out; jayce was no stranger to doing what was necessary for his survival. he was becoming a creature that manifested survival at all costs. he already was, in his heart. perhaps that's why the draugr chose him.
perhaps there really is just one thing that bothers him the most. it's not swallowing gorey bits of monster that perhaps used to be human— he's not once turned on someone here or as much as shown interest. he can just . . . lower his head and charge.
it's viktor. always viktor. ]
I just can't afford to let survival turn into greed. [ serph had caught a glimpse of jayce with no hope in him left— and he can do worse than wait for death. ] I can't hurt him.
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perhaps there really is just one thing that bothers him the most. it's not swallowing gorey bits of monster that perhaps used to be human— he's not once turned on someone here or as much as shown interest. he can just . . . lower his head and charge.
it's viktor. always viktor. ]
I just can't afford to let survival turn into greed. [ serph had caught a glimpse of jayce with no hope in him left— and he can do worse than wait for death. ] I can't hurt him.