[ It might only have been a day, but the echoes of what had been done to him were clear. There's a haunted look in the eyes of those who suffer the touch of blood magic, knowing they cannot trust even their own bodies to obey.
It is not something he would have wished for Tony, much less for context as to why he does what he does. Perhaps it will not be of comfort, but...
Honesty between them has worked thus far. ]
...I was once their prisoner, too.
[ There is a heaviness to the pause that follows, a weight, as the oar silently parts the water and guides them onward. ]
I would not have left you to them. Knowing what I do.
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It is not something he would have wished for Tony, much less for context as to why he does what he does. Perhaps it will not be of comfort, but...
Honesty between them has worked thus far. ]
...I was once their prisoner, too.
[ There is a heaviness to the pause that follows, a weight, as the oar silently parts the water and guides them onward. ]
I would not have left you to them. Knowing what I do.