Medium · Half Light ≥ 4
Suddenly you tense up, blood is being pushed to your muscles. You should hound him on this, hound him hard, the prey drive says.
Physique
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
588 · Voice lines
Suddenly you tense up, blood is being pushed to your muscles. You should hound him on this, hound him hard, the prey drive says.
Cuno is silent. Aggression gathers in the air, the trigger feels delicate and ready to break under your finger.
How do you plan to get him down then? With social sensibility? Are you going to educate him down?
Your muscles tense up. The vision in your dead angle darkens. You feel the sudden urge to push your hand into his soft gut.
I think he's dead -- and about to explode.
The pattern does not stir patriotic or religious sentiment in you. What it does is speak to the wounded, limping animal -- the male in particular. Unable to communicate in anything more than grunts, it's impossible to tell if it's advice is right or wrong...
Is he now? A sense of danger emanates from the remains of the person in front of you.
She feels like quarry, encircled... Her eyes dart to the door.
Now she's trapped here, in the cage -- just like you.
She planned on fuckin' shooting herself in the goddamned head.
Enough of this! She better start talking RIGHT NOW!
Surprise -- tempered with fear and trepidation. He doesn't know what to think yet. Maybe you're joking?