the footfalls of the people who come this way — to guard him, mostly — usually are louder, heavier. even misa, fairly petite, with her regular visits to keep him helpless...she approaches with more confidence than this. the sense that she has every right to be here. and in some ways, she does, doesn't she. by order of the regent, and that's the only thing that seems to matter to everyone he's seen here.
but gray's approach is different, so he does watch until she comes closer into view, until he recognizes her. the memory of his capture is a little hazy, and is disjointed and frenetic, but he does remember her. sweeping in to fight abel, to give amos the clear chance to knock rand out and bring him here. she's so small, and so diffident, and the tray is so incongruous with every other way he's been treated in here. he can smell the tea, even before she mentions it.
is he worried about poison? not really. there probably isn't much point to poisoning him if they haven't killed him already, if they intend to take him back with them. and he's aware on some level that he hasn't eaten since — he doesn't remember, sometime before the scouting mission gone wrong. but all it takes is a flash through his head of his sword biting into flesh, of amos snapping the blade to pieces in his bare hands, of where he is and where he's going, to rob him of any appetite. and he doesn't want to accept anything from his captors, no matter how politely it's offered.
so, he returns to looking away. just off to the side, to the row of empty cells and the wall where they eventually end; but it is a dismissal of gray. ]
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the footfalls of the people who come this way — to guard him, mostly — usually are louder, heavier. even misa, fairly petite, with her regular visits to keep him helpless...she approaches with more confidence than this. the sense that she has every right to be here. and in some ways, she does, doesn't she. by order of the regent, and that's the only thing that seems to matter to everyone he's seen here.
but gray's approach is different, so he does watch until she comes closer into view, until he recognizes her. the memory of his capture is a little hazy, and is disjointed and frenetic, but he does remember her. sweeping in to fight abel, to give amos the clear chance to knock rand out and bring him here. she's so small, and so diffident, and the tray is so incongruous with every other way he's been treated in here. he can smell the tea, even before she mentions it.
is he worried about poison? not really. there probably isn't much point to poisoning him if they haven't killed him already, if they intend to take him back with them. and he's aware on some level that he hasn't eaten since — he doesn't remember, sometime before the scouting mission gone wrong. but all it takes is a flash through his head of his sword biting into flesh, of amos snapping the blade to pieces in his bare hands, of where he is and where he's going, to rob him of any appetite. and he doesn't want to accept anything from his captors, no matter how politely it's offered.
so, he returns to looking away. just off to the side, to the row of empty cells and the wall where they eventually end; but it is a dismissal of gray. ]
I don't want it.