Loren responded with a happy, indifferent tone, as if Abasi had asked him about the weather. Without him knowing why, this made him even more angry, his hands curling into fists at his side. He struggled to actually reason out the rage he felt, but he knew he felt it.
"Of course I remember Evie. I'm not an idiot." He spat, never having liked being condescended to. Descending a couple of stairs, he began to shake. Partially through weakness, partially through a desire to fight the man. Not that he had ever been prone to physical violence; in fact he usually avoided it at all costs. Perhaps it was a shred of himself remaining then, that stopped him from actually surging forward.
"How could I take medicine you offer me? The last time I took anything from that conwoman I got no better." He gestured to himself, his clammy and pale face, his drawn features. The progression had been drastic in the last two weeks and he knew he looked weak. "You don't know who I am, but if you did you would not dare keep me here as you are. If only my father could see this now." He spoke as if he was delivering great blows, not hot-headed nonsense.
"Tell me the plan."
ABASI
it's sad to know that we are not alone
it's sad to know there's no honest way out
