[ The spark lights in his eyes again, practically igniting a fire. He’s angry, and it shows in the way he allows himself to glare. There's even a bit of a growl in his voice when he speaks once more. All the same, he doesn’t retaliate—not yet. Instead, he tries once more to pull himself to his feet. ]
Aye. May be that you are.
[ That’s fine. He’s used to people lying to him. If that’s the case, he wishes this man would leave him be. He’s already half frozen and stumbling through the snow. This confrontation is only making him fall further behind. ]
no subject
Aye. May be that you are.
[ That’s fine. He’s used to people lying to him. If that’s the case, he wishes this man would leave him be. He’s already half frozen and stumbling through the snow. This confrontation is only making him fall further behind. ]
Those would be my own terms.