[ And nothing else. He doesn't elaborate any further—whether it's because he simply doesn't feel like talking or because he's still angry at the man who made him go through what he just went through isn't entirely clear even to him.
And what is he supposed to say if they talk? He's not sorry, despite Bazz seeming to expect an apology. He defended his life and His Majesty's life and the outcome of a war in a situation he never should have been put in, though he's sure Bazz doesn't see it that way. He probably thinks he could have just walked away, abandoned Yhwach and his people and the entire war, in the interest of one man who's been firing at him for the past thousand years.
They come to the door he recognizes as his own after several minutes of walking and brushing off anything Bazz might try to say; Jugram extends an arm to block him from moving any further. ]
Stay here.
[ And he goes through the door alone. Stashes the figurines in the tall grass like a duck hiding its eggs in the reeds. The button, he pins back to the hilt of his sword for the time being, where he knows it'll be obscured by his hand. Even when it's not, he doubts Bazz will notice—he hasn't over this many hundreds of years.
Everything in him tenses with displeasure as he sticks his head out of the door and gestures for Bazz to join him. There's plausible deniability, that this is just any forest in the Lichtreich, that this is the forest where he lived as a child, maybe—but that's not the association Bazz will make. The tension is going to get much worse and there's not a thing he can do about it. Maybe he resents Bazz for that too. ]
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[ And nothing else. He doesn't elaborate any further—whether it's because he simply doesn't feel like talking or because he's still angry at the man who made him go through what he just went through isn't entirely clear even to him.
And what is he supposed to say if they talk? He's not sorry, despite Bazz seeming to expect an apology. He defended his life and His Majesty's life and the outcome of a war in a situation he never should have been put in, though he's sure Bazz doesn't see it that way. He probably thinks he could have just walked away, abandoned Yhwach and his people and the entire war, in the interest of one man who's been firing at him for the past thousand years.
They come to the door he recognizes as his own after several minutes of walking and brushing off anything Bazz might try to say; Jugram extends an arm to block him from moving any further. ]
Stay here.
[ And he goes through the door alone. Stashes the figurines in the tall grass like a duck hiding its eggs in the reeds. The button, he pins back to the hilt of his sword for the time being, where he knows it'll be obscured by his hand. Even when it's not, he doubts Bazz will notice—he hasn't over this many hundreds of years.
Everything in him tenses with displeasure as he sticks his head out of the door and gestures for Bazz to join him. There's plausible deniability, that this is just any forest in the Lichtreich, that this is the forest where he lived as a child, maybe—but that's not the association Bazz will make. The tension is going to get much worse and there's not a thing he can do about it. Maybe he resents Bazz for that too. ]