[He reacts instinctively, wanting to pull his arm out of the young man's grip, to hide it, to run, but the grip is too much. He actually lets out a hiss, snake-like, a sudden flash of terrible anger in his eyes. How dare he, how dare-]
I... [He starts, then stops. No. He can't let his emotions control him. This man is...concerned. That's all. Rude, yes, but it's still done out of some sense of worry, and he can't blame him for that.] I don't know.
[Vashti glances away - his hand is still itching. A few drops of blood cascade down towards his wrist.]
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I... [He starts, then stops. No. He can't let his emotions control him. This man is...concerned. That's all. Rude, yes, but it's still done out of some sense of worry, and he can't blame him for that.] I don't know.
[Vashti glances away - his hand is still itching. A few drops of blood cascade down towards his wrist.]
Please...let my hand go.