[For a brief moment, all he see is red. His hands fly apart from one another, losing all semblance of the fake civility he had and it really does seem as though for a moment he may very well make a go at Nathaniel. There's a look of such intense and bitter loathing on his face that he could choke on it. That's certainly what it feels like, bubbling in his chest and filling his throat.]
[Every bit of him is trembling, nails biting into his palms. When he speaks, it's next directed to Rin although his gaze is still focused right on Nathaniel.]
Has your friend told you about the Point Lemaign War, Rin?
Has he told you about the kind of atrocities the Mancers, the group he so proudly places himself in, were capable of?
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[For a brief moment, all he see is red. His hands fly apart from one another, losing all semblance of the fake civility he had and it really does seem as though for a moment he may very well make a go at Nathaniel. There's a look of such intense and bitter loathing on his face that he could choke on it. That's certainly what it feels like, bubbling in his chest and filling his throat.]
[Every bit of him is trembling, nails biting into his palms. When he speaks, it's next directed to Rin although his gaze is still focused right on Nathaniel.]
Has your friend told you about the Point Lemaign War, Rin?
Has he told you about the kind of atrocities the Mancers, the group he so proudly places himself in, were capable of?