[ Logan looks back at her, then down at his fist. She'd seen his claws back in the chess game-- she knows there're long blades that push out between his knuckles, knows that they can cut through anything.
His fingers clench. But, remembering the sword Vira-Lorr had spoken of, all he says is, ] My blood-soaked swords are in my arms.
[ The next door is less gruesome, opening to the sight of little village made of toothpicks sitting on top of a display table. A bottle on a smaller table to its left is labelled POUR ME. There's a lighter, meanwhile, on a smaller table to the main table's right side, also labelled USE ME.
The door, Logan finds, cannot be closed. In that same way, when he turns his head to look down the rest of the hallway, he finds himself clicking his tongue when he sees the hallway's suddenly cut itself short, even though he knows they had quite a way to go still. ]
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His fingers clench. But, remembering the sword Vira-Lorr had spoken of, all he says is, ] My blood-soaked swords are in my arms.
[ The next door is less gruesome, opening to the sight of little village made of toothpicks sitting on top of a display table. A bottle on a smaller table to its left is labelled POUR ME. There's a lighter, meanwhile, on a smaller table to the main table's right side, also labelled USE ME.
The door, Logan finds, cannot be closed. In that same way, when he turns his head to look down the rest of the hallway, he finds himself clicking his tongue when he sees the hallway's suddenly cut itself short, even though he knows they had quite a way to go still. ]
Damn it.