[ The moment the fire touches, the moment he tastes it... he knows. He knows how much these people have worked and sacrificed for their happiness, as grotesque as it seems to him. How tragic it would be for it to waste away, imperfect, fragile and useless, right when they were so close to their elusive goal.
He wants it. He wants to do it so badly for its own, beautiful, fiery sake. Pour all of this low key terror he has of these halls into something, anything else. Spite was as good as anything else.
He takes a very slow, careful breath, eyes a smoldering red and skin just a little soft. ]
Lets try talking, eh? What about the snack in there. You take him entirely? We all walk out.
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He wants it. He wants to do it so badly for its own, beautiful, fiery sake. Pour all of this low key terror he has of these halls into something, anything else. Spite was as good as anything else.
He takes a very slow, careful breath, eyes a smoldering red and skin just a little soft. ]
Lets try talking, eh? What about the snack in there. You take him entirely? We all walk out.