[Max's gaze drifts down to the hand. It's pale white, covered in dirt and blood. "You deceive them," Angharad whispers. "You aren't just leaving them to die; you'll be the reason they're dead. Just like you've done to me." He doesn't look up from the hand, because Jayce won't be the one standing in front of him anymore — instead, he gives the hand a soft, harmless swat to the side, and all that's left of Angharad's ghost is the tinny babble of a hungry baby.]
... Don't get too friendly.
[He avoids eye contact — that's typical enough for him — before he adjusts the pack on his shoulder once more.]
cw: brief hallucinations
... Don't get too friendly.
[He avoids eye contact — that's typical enough for him — before he adjusts the pack on his shoulder once more.]
Just call me whatever you want.