[ Something not himself moves him. Ross' heart leaps in alarm, suddenly pounding at his ribs like a runaway horse. His left hand snaps closed into a fist and he draws it close to him without thinking -- not like he's going to punch Sylus, but like he's protecting it.
(Two tries, it took, for Morris' compulsion rune to work on Alan and force him to stab his own hand. And then two tries it had taken for Alan to stab the man to death. Funny how that worked out.) ]
[ Furiously -- because fury is safer than nauseating panic: ] What the fuck was that?
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(Two tries, it took, for Morris' compulsion rune to work on Alan and force him to stab his own hand. And then two tries it had taken for Alan to stab the man to death. Funny how that worked out.) ]
[ Furiously -- because fury is safer than nauseating panic: ] What the fuck was that?