[ His feelings on being imprisoned—hand-in-hand with the feelings of being free, or a fugitive—are conflicted as ever. But that doesn't mean he respects the authority of the sentries dipping in and out of buildings to track and recapture loose vagrants who've slipped free of the gallows. It leaves him flinching at shadows, ready to draw a blade he doesn't have. He doesn't feel safe on the best of days; this whole incident has left him with an excess of caution.
So what keeps him inside isn't injury. The wounds he'd sustained in prison and from breaking out of it aren't crippling. It isn't exactly fear, either. It's just a torn mind and an unsettled nerve, one he's still trying to soothe as he looks over the angry, swollen brand on his arm, slow to heal.
The last thing he expects in the midst of this is a visitor. He nearly doesn't answer the door—but for anyone to have gotten inside this building, they can't be affiliated with the Hierarchy. And it's a familiar presence. ]
...Set?
[ Huh. That has him looking out into the hall despite looking a little disheveled, surprised. ]
Did you need something? [ Was it so urgent as to warrant a meeting? ]
set ; post-jail
So what keeps him inside isn't injury. The wounds he'd sustained in prison and from breaking out of it aren't crippling. It isn't exactly fear, either. It's just a torn mind and an unsettled nerve, one he's still trying to soothe as he looks over the angry, swollen brand on his arm, slow to heal.
The last thing he expects in the midst of this is a visitor. He nearly doesn't answer the door—but for anyone to have gotten inside this building, they can't be affiliated with the Hierarchy. And it's a familiar presence. ]
...Set?
[ Huh. That has him looking out into the hall despite looking a little disheveled, surprised. ]
Did you need something? [ Was it so urgent as to warrant a meeting? ]