"Pretty much," he says, arms rising up and falling back down again. His hands go to his pockets, one tucked in and one half out with the knife. Maybe he'll remember that way of putting things for later.
He bobs his head to give the okay even as he doesn't much want to. Then makes a face.
"What am I supposed to say please or something? Pray?" He Huff's. "I just say I want my power back, my sword, the rest of me. I've tried a few times."
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Date: 2018-10-17 02:26 am (UTC)He bobs his head to give the okay even as he doesn't much want to. Then makes a face.
"What am I supposed to say please or something? Pray?" He Huff's. "I just say I want my power back, my sword, the rest of me. I've tried a few times."