[ The dismissal in Jugram’s voice isn’t unexpected, certainly isn’t unusual, but it still aches to hear. He’d hoped, foolishly, that maybe this would make Jugram talk about their shared past with actual emotion rather than indifference. He’s hit with the urge to punch Jugram, to make it hurt, and it’s such a strong feeling that his hands are curling into fists before he even notices anything. Any weak feelings he’d been experiencing go away.
Of course Jugram would just shrug this off. Of course.
Bazz gives him a vicious look, wishing he could light him up with the power of his glare. Not for the first time, his mind circles back to the possibility of fighting him, here and now.
That feels like a betrayal of…something, though, to fight Jugram in their old home. ]
How far does it go on for? [ He gestures at the forest around them, turns to direct his glare at a tree instead. ]
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Of course Jugram would just shrug this off. Of course.
Bazz gives him a vicious look, wishing he could light him up with the power of his glare. Not for the first time, his mind circles back to the possibility of fighting him, here and now.
That feels like a betrayal of…something, though, to fight Jugram in their old home. ]
How far does it go on for? [ He gestures at the forest around them, turns to direct his glare at a tree instead. ]