[ winn is very well aware of how easy he is to take down, even for a perfectly normal human being. it's the whole reason behind his self defense classes with jim which, if he survives this, he vows solemnly to at least double. he finds his breath again and whimpers in misery as his assailant - smells his neck? that voice - he knows that voice but it sounds so wrong and at first, the panic that rages inside him mixed with the dim lighting are enough to keep him from placing it. ]
Whatever you want - we can talk about it - [ his voice comes out in a breathless high-pitch squeak. his mind seems to be split, undecided; should he do as he says to avoid angering him or should he keep fighting, is each second crucial? it's all he can do to keep from wetting himself when that voice finally clicks in his head. ]
Sascha? [ a desperate, disbelieving whisper. he doesn't want to believe his friend - his little brother - his first mate - would do something like that, but he knows the atroma's capabilities, doesn't he? that could mean that he has an advantage here - that he could appeal to sascha - or it could mean absolutely nothing at all, because if the atroma's in control he could be talking to a puppet.
but he has to try something. he tries to force an authoritative tone on his terrified, strained voice, his heart still beating a mile a minute. ]
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Whatever you want - we can talk about it - [ his voice comes out in a breathless high-pitch squeak. his mind seems to be split, undecided; should he do as he says to avoid angering him or should he keep fighting, is each second crucial? it's all he can do to keep from wetting himself when that voice finally clicks in his head. ]
Sascha? [ a desperate, disbelieving whisper. he doesn't want to believe his friend - his little brother - his first mate - would do something like that, but he knows the atroma's capabilities, doesn't he? that could mean that he has an advantage here - that he could appeal to sascha - or it could mean absolutely nothing at all, because if the atroma's in control he could be talking to a puppet.
but he has to try something. he tries to force an authoritative tone on his terrified, strained voice, his heart still beating a mile a minute. ]
Sascha, get off of me.