[ He wants to snap back something witty here. Or at least sarcastic. The shape of the comment is quite clear on his face: What would you know about loyalty, given you apparently have none? But instead of speaking, he lurches forward a step, barely preventing himself from falling to the ground.
Privacy. Now. He can feel the pressure in his head building. The lights flickering behind his eyes. With another rude gesture, he hurtles for the edge of camp in a way that very much resembles storming off. ]
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Privacy. Now. He can feel the pressure in his head building. The lights flickering behind his eyes. With another rude gesture, he hurtles for the edge of camp in a way that very much resembles storming off. ]