[Even if Jin Guangyao could summon those tears, weep openly and pitifully, it's doubtful that either of the two men would pay it much heed. There's something daft and wide-eyed about L by day, an affected absentmindedness making his interactions absurd and unpredictable... but here, he's all ruthless focus, so intent on reaching a goal that no earthly force could probably stop him. That power exceeds what he can do with Aefenglom's magic; it was with him long before he stepped through his mirror.
L tucks his runetching kit back inside his coat as though he was stowing a lunchbox after a midday meal in the park, standing and stepping back. He's an uncommonly fine-boned man, with no hope of besting the naga should he choose to attack him physically. It's not the ideal range for his ice or lightning magic, but ah; he hired muscle for a reason, and Jin Guangyao's most potent weapon against them is out of commission.]
I was kind.
[Spoken low, with precise, cold diction.]
In the days ahead I suggest you don't forget it.
[It's all relative, after all. Myr and Niles have both glimpsed the actual cruelty the man is capable of.]
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L tucks his runetching kit back inside his coat as though he was stowing a lunchbox after a midday meal in the park, standing and stepping back. He's an uncommonly fine-boned man, with no hope of besting the naga should he choose to attack him physically. It's not the ideal range for his ice or lightning magic, but ah; he hired muscle for a reason, and Jin Guangyao's most potent weapon against them is out of commission.]
I was kind.
[Spoken low, with precise, cold diction.]
In the days ahead I suggest you don't forget it.
[It's all relative, after all. Myr and Niles have both glimpsed the actual cruelty the man is capable of.]