[ n-no it's fine if you guys want to like, erotically choke one another out over there?? go ahead by all means,

...well, guess he doesn't get to be a voyeur to such an escapade today. sadge. Abel is released from Eustace's grip at long last as this mysterious stranger comes to his rescue, slumping against the throne with a meager stumble. this man is fast-- fast as a Methuselah, perhaps. but before he can offer anything else in the way of discouragement, to try and placate and dissuade them from fighting--

there is a dagger hurdling its way toward him. it is exceptionally lucky that he seems to waver and stumble a step - mm, so very fortuitous? what a coincidence - which sees the weapon glancing off the ruined throne behind him, clattering to the cavern floor. ]

--Please, stop this! Both of you were huddled in this miserable place just days ago, weren't you?! We aren't enemies, regardless whatever they say. You don't have to do this...

[ it will fall on deaf ears, won't it? but he has to try, the edge of urgent plea in his voice fed by the simmering pit of anxiety in his stomach. how far will they go? how far would they take it if they aren't forced to stop?

blue eyes are sharp despite everything, snapping from Eustace to his would-be hero. --please, please don't do this... ]