Sacrifice? [ Alarm flashes across Bruno's face briefly and he pulls his hand back, away from Set, fingers curling against his palm as he dropped to rest against his own chest. Oh boy. All the hunters in this maze had some really weird issues going on, huh? ] What— that's not... you... you know this is just a game, right?
[ He did, didn't he? He had to, only he found himself second-guessing himself even with that thought. Even if he didn't, would it matter? Of course not, that nasty voice in the back of his mind, chillingly similar to his own and yet different all the same, is the only thing that answered him. Why bother? He'd never get away. He'd only make things worse if he ran again. He should have just stayed down where he'd fallen.
And it almost works. A sad, tired air settles around Bruno and the look he gives Set is certainly one of someone who's given up. It's not as though he has any pride, anyway, and yet, there's a lie in that look. He knows he isn't going to win. Just looking at Set tells him that, and yet... ]
Lo siento.
[ Is what he says, words coming out in a different language. He's sorry. Sorry about wh— ah. Sorry about the way he goes from looking absolutely downtrodden to making a dash for it. No, he's not about to outpace a god in the long run, but he is quick now that he's gotten air back into his lungs, and he darts forward rather than trying to spin about and run the other way. It's faster to slip by Set in a flurry of motion and carry on further into the maze. ]
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[ He did, didn't he? He had to, only he found himself second-guessing himself even with that thought. Even if he didn't, would it matter? Of course not, that nasty voice in the back of his mind, chillingly similar to his own and yet different all the same, is the only thing that answered him. Why bother? He'd never get away. He'd only make things worse if he ran again. He should have just stayed down where he'd fallen.
And it almost works. A sad, tired air settles around Bruno and the look he gives Set is certainly one of someone who's given up. It's not as though he has any pride, anyway, and yet, there's a lie in that look. He knows he isn't going to win. Just looking at Set tells him that, and yet... ]
Lo siento.
[ Is what he says, words coming out in a different language. He's sorry. Sorry about wh— ah. Sorry about the way he goes from looking absolutely downtrodden to making a dash for it. No, he's not about to outpace a god in the long run, but he is quick now that he's gotten air back into his lungs, and he darts forward rather than trying to spin about and run the other way. It's faster to slip by Set in a flurry of motion and carry on further into the maze. ]