[ It is, indeed, as foolish and decidedly human of him as he'd anticipated—but Jugram's far more interested in the sudden spike of reiatsu that takes form before him. He hasn't been stripped of his abilities, then—he's been masking them. It's a level of skill he didn't know the boy had. Interesting.
Jugram narrows his eyes faintly, hand tightening around the hilt of his broadsword. ]
I have no need for such things. I live and die to serve His Majesty—can't you understand that?
[ Briefly, very briefly—he thinks of the weight of Bazz clinging to the front of his uniform with the hand he had left, the sharp metallic smell of the hemorrhaging blood, the quivering, fading reiatsu. Displeasure knots in his chest for the split second that passes before he shelves the discomfort. ]
no subject
Jugram narrows his eyes faintly, hand tightening around the hilt of his broadsword. ]
I have no need for such things. I live and die to serve His Majesty—can't you understand that?
[ Briefly, very briefly—he thinks of the weight of Bazz clinging to the front of his uniform with the hand he had left, the sharp metallic smell of the hemorrhaging blood, the quivering, fading reiatsu. Displeasure knots in his chest for the split second that passes before he shelves the discomfort. ]