[No one can tell him anything he hasn't told himself. He can take it.
If the grilling is over for now, though, he's going to sit heavily on an unoccupied bed and rub the bridge of his nose, while his palps move to press his forehead above his eyebrows. Julien smiles, lopsided.]
Getting turned into things and dying but surviving it? That's, uh, I've already turned into a bird and learned how to spread myself out, I knew it could happen. If you ever need a warm body to get killed, I've got a spare and I can make more, it's fine.
[It's not fine, but he's good at acting like it's otherwise, and in any case, better him than most people.]
But that did absolutely suck. Fucking Fae royals. What was he the prince of anyway? Slavery? Burning cat shit?
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[No one can tell him anything he hasn't told himself. He can take it.
If the grilling is over for now, though, he's going to sit heavily on an unoccupied bed and rub the bridge of his nose, while his palps move to press his forehead above his eyebrows. Julien smiles, lopsided.]
Getting turned into things and dying but surviving it? That's, uh, I've already turned into a bird and learned how to spread myself out, I knew it could happen. If you ever need a warm body to get killed, I've got a spare and I can make more, it's fine.
[It's not fine, but he's good at acting like it's otherwise, and in any case, better him than most people.]
But that did absolutely suck. Fucking Fae royals. What was he the prince of anyway? Slavery? Burning cat shit?