Yes. [ Gale has barely stopped talking before Godfrey asserts himself, his voice only just loud enough to overcome the muzzle pressed against his face. ] I am.
[ Some hardened and unkind part of him had thought he would relish in this. That he would drink deep to see Gale learn what had become of him - to know that he would not again be so easily bent around his finger and to his will. Godfrey had sat in the silence of this room and thought he would relish watching the tide turn behind his eyes, the indignation, the anger that he had now been pulled beyond his reach.
He doesn't see the petulance that he's come to expect from the Cainites, the petty and quibbling urge to possess things. And what he does see gives him little gratification.
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[ Some hardened and unkind part of him had thought he would relish in this. That he would drink deep to see Gale learn what had become of him - to know that he would not again be so easily bent around his finger and to his will. Godfrey had sat in the silence of this room and thought he would relish watching the tide turn behind his eyes, the indignation, the anger that he had now been pulled beyond his reach.
He doesn't see the petulance that he's come to expect from the Cainites, the petty and quibbling urge to possess things. And what he does see gives him little gratification.
His chest feels hollow as he speaks again; ]
You've a job to do.