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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
Maybe he would be a better person if he had the reflex of disgust in response to terrible things, but the truth was that he didn’t. Bastille didn’t so much as bat an eye in the face of torture, simply carrying on with his general indifference and checking to see if it was in any way useful. He didn’t care for torture just for fun, of course, but it wasn’t his damn problem if someone else was beating around an enemy who had wronged them. This bastard had taken Thea, and he’d joined the raid on them, which made him entirely fair game to Bast. It was almost gratifying to see him suffering for his deeds, and he might have been more pleased about it if it weren’t for the distress he could feel radiating off of Hazel.
He stopped beside her slowly, cold blue stare dragging over Car’s set up idly. He glanced from Thea to Caesar, her words confirming that this was the one responsible, and he made no move to intervene in either Car’s work or the fireball’s offer to help. He wished he could call it all off just to make Hazel happy, but enemies were enemies. It wasn’t like Car was doing this out of spite, anyway: she was after information, and he was fine with her means.
[b]”Careful, Thea,” was all he commented, gaze flickering back to the young girl, ”Hurting him back might only make you feel better temporarily.” A flicker of memory, of Beck withering at his paws, screaming, but he glanced sideways at Hazel as he yanked the memory away from the forefront of his thoughts and their bond. That wasn’t a conversation he was ready to have with her. He didn’t say anything to indicate he was going to stop her from joining, though.
He stopped beside her slowly, cold blue stare dragging over Car’s set up idly. He glanced from Thea to Caesar, her words confirming that this was the one responsible, and he made no move to intervene in either Car’s work or the fireball’s offer to help. He wished he could call it all off just to make Hazel happy, but enemies were enemies. It wasn’t like Car was doing this out of spite, anyway: she was after information, and he was fine with her means.
[b]”Careful, Thea,” was all he commented, gaze flickering back to the young girl, ”Hurting him back might only make you feel better temporarily.” A flicker of memory, of Beck withering at his paws, screaming, but he glanced sideways at Hazel as he yanked the memory away from the forefront of his thoughts and their bond. That wasn’t a conversation he was ready to have with her. He didn’t say anything to indicate he was going to stop her from joining, though.
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