[Harry jumps at the sudden puff of smoke. There's no way to hide how the sudden presence of Kirk in the room sends vibrations through his senses. Something darker than the power dripping through the tattoo, something infinitely more evil. He glances over at Kirk innocently enough, but part of him still remembers the true self he'd seen of the captain. Distorted, twisted faces. Teeth where there shouldn't be.
He quietly tucks away the rational part of him that is quietly screaming at the memory of the void room, leaving his expression calm and unassuming. Like he has no idea what's about to happen. It must be a birthday party!]
I can take orders. [Harry responds obediently in that dead voice, forcing himself to not look around at the encroaching darkness that eats through everything. At the second question he straightens, forcing his body as still as he can manage. If he's good, he'll get a wire. Those are the rules.] Yes, I do.
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He quietly tucks away the rational part of him that is quietly screaming at the memory of the void room, leaving his expression calm and unassuming. Like he has no idea what's about to happen. It must be a birthday party!]
I can take orders. [Harry responds obediently in that dead voice, forcing himself to not look around at the encroaching darkness that eats through everything. At the second question he straightens, forcing his body as still as he can manage. If he's good, he'll get a wire. Those are the rules.] Yes, I do.