Medium · Half Light ≥ 4
A fearful readiness, like an electrical charge, raises hairs in the room.
Physique
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
588 · Voice lines
A fearful readiness, like an electrical charge, raises hairs in the room.
As he speaks, his fists contract, going through the pulling motion again, savouring it.
This is the petulant rage of someone who's at the end of their wits.
He completely blew his fuse there. The calm act is completely gone.
The most terrible fear. Bigger than any before.
The man's fists under the table are balled -- you can tell from his neck and shoulders. He means it.
Scared? You should be too. A strange fear creeps over you, a metallic taste in your mouth. Change the subject.
And a little -- just a little -- worried.
It's the kind of chin-rubbing men -- often leaders -- do when they think of punishment.
They're afraid. All of them. Trembling reeds in the wind. They'll run, scatter, soon. One by one.
This did nothing. You think you were on to something?! You just wasted time... please, act.
Beaten by a foster parent, or someone on the farm?
She's scared now. She's realized you really are brain damaged.