[Ivar retorts. He’s been inspecting his bonds, the chair, the room around them. Anything to distract him from the sight of the monster that looks like it wants to carve both of them into pieces. He snorts at the mention of how they had gotten in there.]
Don’t you think if I knew that I would have already gone back through the same way to escape?
[Ignore the snark, Pidge. Sadly, he’s always this sarcastic and grumpy, but at least he has a good excuse as to why with the constant pain in his legs.]
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[Ivar retorts. He’s been inspecting his bonds, the chair, the room around them. Anything to distract him from the sight of the monster that looks like it wants to carve both of them into pieces. He snorts at the mention of how they had gotten in there.]
Don’t you think if I knew that I would have already gone back through the same way to escape?
[Ignore the snark, Pidge. Sadly, he’s always this sarcastic and grumpy, but at least he has a good excuse as to why with the constant pain in his legs.]