[He hunches low against the rising sun, cursing the Drow nature that makes the very light in the sky a rite of passage, at least internally, and rolls his shoulder in a slight shrug.]
It is mine. [He tilts his head toward Toby again, if not his eyes.] Kindness and cruelty are free to be given, but no one suffers from kindness. I feel it's the better choice.
action; everglade
It is mine. [He tilts his head toward Toby again, if not his eyes.] Kindness and cruelty are free to be given, but no one suffers from kindness. I feel it's the better choice.