Johnny stiffens abruptly when the chimaera brings its paw down over Nova, trapping her more or less in place; she's hunkered down, holding still, but he can almost feel her frightened little heart beating.
He doesn't speak out against it, too cowed to threaten, and already too entrenched with the current bargain. It doesn't matter. They both knew this would happen. And he's just as trapped, if not physically.
"Out of my head," he reiterates, reinforcing it. If he wins, if Zagreus follows the fucking rules, this could be it, he could excise one invader if not all of them. This might be worthwhile. But what does he have to bet with?
It's not like he's bad with words. He's a writer, you know. Ha ha.
"What do you want," he says with an impatient shrug. "Me? Free access to all of it? You wanna hold me under again, every fucking night?" He gestures recklessly at the water. "Do whatever you want to me. I don't care. If I win." He jabs a finger into Zagreus' chest. "You get out of my head and don't come back."
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He doesn't speak out against it, too cowed to threaten, and already too entrenched with the current bargain. It doesn't matter. They both knew this would happen. And he's just as trapped, if not physically.
"Out of my head," he reiterates, reinforcing it. If he wins, if Zagreus follows the fucking rules, this could be it, he could excise one invader if not all of them. This might be worthwhile. But what does he have to bet with?
It's not like he's bad with words. He's a writer, you know. Ha ha.
"What do you want," he says with an impatient shrug. "Me? Free access to all of it? You wanna hold me under again, every fucking night?" He gestures recklessly at the water. "Do whatever you want to me. I don't care. If I win." He jabs a finger into Zagreus' chest. "You get out of my head and don't come back."
This is stupid.
He knows it's stupid.
Wouldn't be the first time.