[ Absolutely hilarious that Eustace still doesn't know who the fuck Cassian is because they've never had enough interactions to bother with (real) names.
That's the one saving grace in all this, that there's no known target other than Aetos for Eustace to direct the bulk of his anger towards. And a deep-seated anger it is, flaring up in the pit of his stomach as soon as that name hits the air. He's gotten good at feigning indifference despite his actual feelings underneath, but just because he can control his expression doesn't mean he can control the automatic reactions of his body. The way his legs stiffen under Dokja's, or the way his fingers curl into fists at his side.
It's a good thing that Dokja's draped over him like a human blanket, a physical weight that stops him from going out and doing something unwise. It's a reminder that there are more important things right in front of him to worry about first.
He wants to ask what happened during those experiments, if his Shard or another part of him's been irreversibly damaged. But the air is already heavy and the look on Dokja's face growing more uncomfortable by the second, so he swallows his words and settles for something safer, more shallow. ]
And these are the side effects? [ It's less of a question and more of a statement. ] You said there's nothing to be done now. So we're just supposed to wait until...
[ He can't quite finish the statement, but it's probably obvious what words were going to follow behind. ]
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That's the one saving grace in all this, that there's no known target other than Aetos for Eustace to direct the bulk of his anger towards. And a deep-seated anger it is, flaring up in the pit of his stomach as soon as that name hits the air. He's gotten good at feigning indifference despite his actual feelings underneath, but just because he can control his expression doesn't mean he can control the automatic reactions of his body. The way his legs stiffen under Dokja's, or the way his fingers curl into fists at his side.
It's a good thing that Dokja's draped over him like a human blanket, a physical weight that stops him from going out and doing something unwise. It's a reminder that there are more important things right in front of him to worry about first.
He wants to ask what happened during those experiments, if his Shard or another part of him's been irreversibly damaged. But the air is already heavy and the look on Dokja's face growing more uncomfortable by the second, so he swallows his words and settles for something safer, more shallow. ]
And these are the side effects? [ It's less of a question and more of a statement. ] You said there's nothing to be done now. So we're just supposed to wait until...
[ He can't quite finish the statement, but it's probably obvious what words were going to follow behind. ]