[The pulse in Harding's throat throbs as he swallows. It's one tell of many that he's starting to process this conversation in a markedly different way than Wrathion is. Sure, he comprehends that Wrathion is standing right there in front of him, and he's staring at him, but he's not really seeing him. His posture is painfully rigid, all coiled tension and forced control. It's only gotten worse in the long moment between Wrathion's comment and his eventual reply.]
I know what you're trying to do, [he says, very slowly, very evenly. His voice wavers between emotionless and dry, dark amusement, like this is his gotcha! moment. His lips pull back in an emotionless smile, every bit as forced as his words.] And it's not gonna work.
[He turns away from Wrathion. As far as he's concerned, this conversation is over.]
Sorry for the wait, neighbor!
I know what you're trying to do, [he says, very slowly, very evenly. His voice wavers between emotionless and dry, dark amusement, like this is his gotcha! moment. His lips pull back in an emotionless smile, every bit as forced as his words.] And it's not gonna work.
[He turns away from Wrathion. As far as he's concerned, this conversation is over.]
I mean it. Stay away from the school.