The word murder takes a wrecking ball to Garrot's hesitance and his meekness. See, he was concerned that the altercation between Gyre and Luka was problematic, indicative of schisms in the group or team morale or whatever else. Things that needed to be fixed if they were going to keep fighting monsters without casualties. But...
"Murder?!" The word is a forceful whisper, because even as his posture grows back into the towering, commanding brute he so often embodies and as his hands ball into fists and as a scowl creeps across his jaw, he is still very well aware that this conversation is supposed to be private. But he's pissed, this is not what he needs people to be doing!
"Who, exactly did the Princess try to murder?!" The anger is undeniably there, but there's an aggressive, smothering concern overpowering his wide eyes and the muscles trying to turn that scowl into a frown. Please don't say he was trying to kill you, Gyre, because that's what he expected this all to be.
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"Murder?!" The word is a forceful whisper, because even as his posture grows back into the towering, commanding brute he so often embodies and as his hands ball into fists and as a scowl creeps across his jaw, he is still very well aware that this conversation is supposed to be private. But he's pissed, this is not what he needs people to be doing!
"Who, exactly did the Princess try to murder?!" The anger is undeniably there, but there's an aggressive, smothering concern overpowering his wide eyes and the muscles trying to turn that scowl into a frown. Please don't say he was trying to kill you, Gyre, because that's what he expected this all to be.