[ He'd been expecting (maybe, paradoxically, hoping) that they would split ways after he said that. Not... proceed to the same location under an uneasy peace, which is a lot harder. Bazz seems to be taking this in stride, almost as though slicing his arm off has been forgiven, which means, of course, that it can't possibly be. But this kind of rage is new for Bazz, a level of self control he's never displayed before, undoubtedly brought on by the change of environment.
And there's the matter of his own grievances. His own anger, less so at his own body being attacked and more at the attempt on His Majesty's life, and for Bazz's stupidity in attacking him, in making him go through the same ordeal. Deep beneath the surface he wants to yell, to hit him, to shove him until he falls to the ground and ask why he had to do it despite knowing perfectly well why he did it. The selfishness.
Jugram does his best to calm himself—not now. In response to the question, he simply extends a long arm, points to the distant island. ]
On the other side of that ocean, with the others.
[ He has his own door, just like everyone else—but discomfort wrings at his guts at the mere thought of Bazz stepping through that threshold, seeing the meadow where they used to practice when he thought he wanted to kill Yhwach instead of the usual interior landscape of a home, a school, even a library. He certainly doesn't want to be back there, together; it's more than he can deal with at the moment. ]
Is the place where you got your clothes unsuitable?
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And there's the matter of his own grievances. His own anger, less so at his own body being attacked and more at the attempt on His Majesty's life, and for Bazz's stupidity in attacking him, in making him go through the same ordeal. Deep beneath the surface he wants to yell, to hit him, to shove him until he falls to the ground and ask why he had to do it despite knowing perfectly well why he did it. The selfishness.
Jugram does his best to calm himself—not now. In response to the question, he simply extends a long arm, points to the distant island. ]
On the other side of that ocean, with the others.
[ He has his own door, just like everyone else—but discomfort wrings at his guts at the mere thought of Bazz stepping through that threshold, seeing the meadow where they used to practice when he thought he wanted to kill Yhwach instead of the usual interior landscape of a home, a school, even a library. He certainly doesn't want to be back there, together; it's more than he can deal with at the moment. ]
Is the place where you got your clothes unsuitable?