[ He doesn't have a chance to correct Erwin, or admit the same of it. That he hadn't been able to resist the interrogation in the least. He'd given them everything, never resisting, his will stripped from him, and yet that was the least of his problems. ]
You've got ears. [ His voice is hoarse, and it doesn't hide the sudden strain he's clearly under. His breath comes more quickly, overstressed. He's not one for panic, but it's there at the edges. ] Erwin, I'm...
[ He has no answers. What did that mean? Was he just a liability? Or an active danger to those around him? Regardless, it couldn't be safe, making all that noise. ]
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You've got ears. [ His voice is hoarse, and it doesn't hide the sudden strain he's clearly under. His breath comes more quickly, overstressed. He's not one for panic, but it's there at the edges. ] Erwin, I'm...
[ He has no answers. What did that mean? Was he just a liability? Or an active danger to those around him? Regardless, it couldn't be safe, making all that noise. ]