[ And he assumes correctly. A glass shard — dripping with blood from Zain's increasingly panicked grip — lies beneath, intended for when Ardyn becomes any more of a threat than he can handle. Seeming momentarily dumbstruck by Ardyn's perception, he simply stands there, wide-eyed and at a loss for words. ]
Y-Yes. [ A beat. ] But I hope you'll forgive me.
[ Because Zain did not necessarily need the glass, only a moment to strike. Unsheathing the dagger he previously used on the guard lying dead behind them in a quick motion, Zain intends to plunge it into the arm grasping his wrist. ]
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Y-Yes. [ A beat. ] But I hope you'll forgive me.
[ Because Zain did not necessarily need the glass, only a moment to strike. Unsheathing the dagger he previously used on the guard lying dead behind them in a quick motion, Zain intends to plunge it into the arm grasping his wrist. ]