Rory's gaze did not soften as it met Jigano's: it was cold and merciless, flint to mask the hurt beneath. In his chest his blood bubbled, hot and angry and messy, scorching his veins. The explanation had the words rising like a pot close to overboiling, tearing up his throat like bile, but he bit them all back.
Much as he wanted to let it out in a burning tide, this wasn't the time and place for it. He wanted to yell furiously, but in the cramped basement all the points he wanted to raise seemed too personal; they were things that were, mostly, between him and Jigano.
And abdicating? In what way would that help anything? "You pissed in your own boots," he said, suddenly tired beyond measure, his anger turned to exhaustion by the starlight falling gently upon them, "and now you get to walk in it. And we get to try and make the best of it. And what the fuck is Edy planning on doing when Zariah returns, anyway?" Rory shook his head. "I'm with Ronin. None of this makes any sense."
Much as he wanted to let it out in a burning tide, this wasn't the time and place for it. He wanted to yell furiously, but in the cramped basement all the points he wanted to raise seemed too personal; they were things that were, mostly, between him and Jigano.
And abdicating? In what way would that help anything? "You pissed in your own boots," he said, suddenly tired beyond measure, his anger turned to exhaustion by the starlight falling gently upon them, "and now you get to walk in it. And we get to try and make the best of it. And what the fuck is Edy planning on doing when Zariah returns, anyway?" Rory shook his head. "I'm with Ronin. None of this makes any sense."
