[He nods, his teeth clenched tight enough to set his jawline in sharper angles. Looking towards the guards, his sight pinpointing the whips, Jayce struggles to keep his expression neutral; his brow furrows, his eye narrow with unforgiving geometry.
The instinct to run and the compulsion to defend embattle down his spine, cancelling the other out. The effect is paralytic.]
What way? [At least his mouth refuses silence. He looks to her, his gaze desperate.] If any?
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The instinct to run and the compulsion to defend embattle down his spine, cancelling the other out. The effect is paralytic.]
What way? [At least his mouth refuses silence. He looks to her, his gaze desperate.] If any?