Flesh against metal is not what one would call a particularly pleasant sensation, but they've endured worse, and they will continue to. He can try to hold to them, if he wishes, but they do not go gently, and they do not go quietly.
They do not go out. They never go out.
Some sharpened edge of the metal scratches their hands. Inconsequential. Easily overlooked. They might not have their 92 HP - trapped with 20, just as their vessel had been - but this is easily remedied.
He might not have finished his sentence, but he doesn't need to. It is simple enough to fill in the blanks for him. Demon. Abomination. Creature. Thing.
They take advantage of his lapsing grip, of his alarm, to rip themself free, if clumsily - they land heavily on the ground and roll until they are partially on their knees, but they still manage to jerk their head up to stare at him and smile.
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They do not go out. They never go out.
Some sharpened edge of the metal scratches their hands. Inconsequential. Easily overlooked. They might not have their 92 HP - trapped with 20, just as their vessel had been - but this is easily remedied.
He might not have finished his sentence, but he doesn't need to. It is simple enough to fill in the blanks for him. Demon. Abomination. Creature. Thing.
They take advantage of his lapsing grip, of his alarm, to rip themself free, if clumsily - they land heavily on the ground and roll until they are partially on their knees, but they still manage to jerk their head up to stare at him and smile.
"Do you call all children such awful names?"