[Myr's choice is unshakeable, more than L's; the Bond isn't even necessary to realize it. It's in the way he holds L back, the firmness in his voice, small but absolute tells that he doesn't mean to renege on his pledge. It's more than the detective really deserves, to the point where he wonders what masterful, if unintentional, manipulation has led to this upsetting juncture.
It wouldn't be upsetting, under any other circumstance. His bony body is as starved for touch as it is for actual, non-sugar nutrients, and he could wilt and nestle into Myr's arms for hours if allowed. But the faun's next words cause him to grow tense and rigid, not drawing away, but only because the instinct was scarcely suppressed.
Close to Myr's ear, there's a shallow exhalation, then brisk, frantic shaking of L's shaggy head.]
No, that... isn't right.
[It's the same tone one might use with a child who's made an understandable mathematical error, that is frustratingly dense all the same.]
He's going to kill me, if he bests me. He'd... really have to.
[He rattles off the words in a low monotone, as though calculating the odds of survival, disappointment, and... well, horrific retaliation carried out in a dreamlike state of involuntary, unrelenting cruelty.]
Myr, it's OK... I-
[Won't let you down, again.]
--I'll make sure he does more than he intends to. He's emotional and volatile; I can upset him to the point of fury and carelessness. I... can be a real prick, you know.
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It wouldn't be upsetting, under any other circumstance. His bony body is as starved for touch as it is for actual, non-sugar nutrients, and he could wilt and nestle into Myr's arms for hours if allowed. But the faun's next words cause him to grow tense and rigid, not drawing away, but only because the instinct was scarcely suppressed.
Close to Myr's ear, there's a shallow exhalation, then brisk, frantic shaking of L's shaggy head.]
No, that... isn't right.
[It's the same tone one might use with a child who's made an understandable mathematical error, that is frustratingly dense all the same.]
He's going to kill me, if he bests me. He'd... really have to.
[He rattles off the words in a low monotone, as though calculating the odds of survival, disappointment, and... well, horrific retaliation carried out in a dreamlike state of involuntary, unrelenting cruelty.]
Myr, it's OK... I-
[Won't let you down, again.]
--I'll make sure he does more than he intends to. He's emotional and volatile; I can upset him to the point of fury and carelessness. I... can be a real prick, you know.