[though he doesn't slow his pace for Garviel's addition to the tunnel, there's a grimace at his lips. he hadn't had the intention of entertaining company when he'd entered... didn't these people grasp the risk--? if one is already injured...
he's keeping his senses primed. perhaps he can play the cold-hearted man he once was -- even to himself -- but under layers of bitter grief and possessive, protective rage is still a desire to fulfill her promise. he can't convince his heart to give up, even if the rest of him has. if anything should happen... Abel will protect them without a second thought.
it doesn't mean he has to be pleased with the thought of others clouding his attempt to find that twisted woman in here...]
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he's keeping his senses primed. perhaps he can play the cold-hearted man he once was -- even to himself -- but under layers of bitter grief and possessive, protective rage is still a desire to fulfill her promise. he can't convince his heart to give up, even if the rest of him has. if anything should happen... Abel will protect them without a second thought.
it doesn't mean he has to be pleased with the thought of others clouding his attempt to find that twisted woman in here...]
You should be turning back. This isn't a game.