[ He's soaked, and whether it's with rainwater, blood, or some stomach-churning mixture of bile and oils he's not sure. It's of lesser concern than its ability to seep into new wounds courtesy of the glass shards the maelstrom has used to slice at his arm, and the decision to go below deck is hardly a choice at all. Down here he has less of a chance to direct the course of their boat, but down here he has more of a chance to find something with which to shield himself.
The steady but arrhythmic thunks of flotsam – of bodies – colliding with the damaged hull almost drown out the sounds of a human voice, but when Jonas actively calls to him he's whipping his head in his direction, sword already readied in anticipation of yet another threat. No. Not this time... this is something else.
Are you sure? comes the niggling doubt in the back of his mind, one he chalks up this time to a well-bred survival instinct. ]
Who are you? [ The wariness in a strained voice is impossible to miss, the kind that makes it sound colder than it might normally. He's on edge just like anyone would be, but he's masking it far better than the teen trapped down here with him. ]
... I can help you, but I need to know who I'm helping first.
of souls and shadows, rip
The steady but arrhythmic thunks of flotsam – of bodies – colliding with the damaged hull almost drown out the sounds of a human voice, but when Jonas actively calls to him he's whipping his head in his direction, sword already readied in anticipation of yet another threat. No. Not this time... this is something else.
Are you sure? comes the niggling doubt in the back of his mind, one he chalks up this time to a well-bred survival instinct. ]
Who are you? [ The wariness in a strained voice is impossible to miss, the kind that makes it sound colder than it might normally. He's on edge just like anyone would be, but he's masking it far better than the teen trapped down here with him. ]
... I can help you, but I need to know who I'm helping first.