[ It isn't, and the worst part of it is that it doesn't even feel good, or cathartic. This doesn't clear anything from Steak's head, but instead feeds it, the thing hanging over his head as heavily as the smoke from the fires did. ]
Stop lying.
[ Red Wine has to know why Steak's behaving this way. Everything about it lies on Red Wine's shoulders, after all, in the anger he's broadcasting like a beacon to the Soul he's bonded to.
He grabs Red Wine by the collar, another movement which is all too common but all too wrong right now, without any of the usual grumbles or fire behind it. Not even a why, you. ]
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Stop lying.
[ Red Wine has to know why Steak's behaving this way. Everything about it lies on Red Wine's shoulders, after all, in the anger he's broadcasting like a beacon to the Soul he's bonded to.
He grabs Red Wine by the collar, another movement which is all too common but all too wrong right now, without any of the usual grumbles or fire behind it. Not even a why, you. ]