[ Fenris listens to this litany of tears with a scowl. He doesn't believe any of them, either; not for a second. In his experience, the people who bawl the hardest are usually the ones with the most to hide. He's about to yank on the guy's arm none too kindly, but Riza's presence stops him. She's a good deterrent that way: calm, reasonable, implacable. Fenris himself has only a veneer of calm. In truth he seethes constantly, angry not even so much with this individual man but with so many things he can't properly name or control.
He takes a breath. ]
Comply, and you will have an easier time of it.
[ He loosens his grip, just a little. The man looks from Riza to Fenris, his terror mounting. Nervously, he does as he's asked ... and, just as suspected, his papers come up false.
He immediately starts in with another laundry list of troubles, of tragedies -- terrible circumstances that lead him to this crime.
Fenris's head aches. He's not kept around for his love of nuance. He looks to Riza. ]
no subject
He takes a breath. ]
Comply, and you will have an easier time of it.
[ He loosens his grip, just a little. The man looks from Riza to Fenris, his terror mounting. Nervously, he does as he's asked ... and, just as suspected, his papers come up false.
He immediately starts in with another laundry list of troubles, of tragedies -- terrible circumstances that lead him to this crime.
Fenris's head aches. He's not kept around for his love of nuance. He looks to Riza. ]
You know what we have to do.