For the last time, it was for the best. It's doing a whole lot better now, isn't it?
[ That depends on how you define better, but whatever. You know what the trouble with that arm is, now that it's curling around him and essentially capturing him in place? That it feels a whole lot like being cornered by a predator, and he was stupid enough to let it get its claws in him. Or on him, rather. There's no escape in that direction, and the other direction means leaning toward Lucio.
That just gives him one last out, which he takes, in spite of his decision not to fight this: to lean forward and reach out for the bottle of brandy and raise it, as a distraction, to Lucio's lips. No glass. Straight from the tap. ]
More, uh... more booze, that's what. Now be a good patient and take your medicine!
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[ That depends on how you define better, but whatever. You know what the trouble with that arm is, now that it's curling around him and essentially capturing him in place? That it feels a whole lot like being cornered by a predator, and he was stupid enough to let it get its claws in him. Or on him, rather. There's no escape in that direction, and the other direction means leaning toward Lucio.
That just gives him one last out, which he takes, in spite of his decision not to fight this: to lean forward and reach out for the bottle of brandy and raise it, as a distraction, to Lucio's lips. No glass. Straight from the tap. ]
More, uh... more booze, that's what. Now be a good patient and take your medicine!