"No. No burns. Just the one mark," he confirms, before falling silent for a moment. Gods, he wishes this was easier.
"I can't say whether they were or not. My voice is, ah, restricted," he says, sounding just as disappointed as he feels.
This feeling doesn't help as Luka speculates about the Protector there. The idea that he is so utterly incapable of telling the truth makes his skin prickle. Uncomfortable fury fills him again, and he angrily clears his eyes. He doesn't have time or energy to start crying again ugh. He can't believe this man has gotten away with this for so fucking long.
"He already tried to tell me it was her," he says, sounding almost amused by the idea. Amused or incredulous. He obviously didn't believe him either way. "Then he tried to kill me, too. Again. He's not a very convincing person." In his experience anyway.
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"I can't say whether they were or not. My voice is, ah, restricted," he says, sounding just as disappointed as he feels.
This feeling doesn't help as Luka speculates about the Protector there. The idea that he is so utterly incapable of telling the truth makes his skin prickle. Uncomfortable fury fills him again, and he angrily clears his eyes. He doesn't have time or energy to start crying again ugh. He can't believe this man has gotten away with this for so fucking long.
"He already tried to tell me it was her," he says, sounding almost amused by the idea. Amused or incredulous. He obviously didn't believe him either way. "Then he tried to kill me, too. Again. He's not a very convincing person." In his experience anyway.