Edgard wants to leap to his feet and run the second he's released, but his body won't allow this. He creaks slowly to all fours, still breathing heavily and rises up to his feet, arms out to keep his balance.
Once standing he clutches his chest and tries to take a few breaths, but they're too sharp.
"If you returned it, why are they still looking for it?"
It comes out a little frustrated rather than accusatory.
It is not snapped or snarled, nor is this a prelude to some kind of threatening qualifier. No instruction to tell no one what just happened, nor description of what may happen if Edgard comes back.
On the flipside, no sympathy extended for the misunderstanding either, and certainly no apology.
Marcus steps aside, leaving a clear path between Edgard and the closed door.
He lurches towards the door limping as quickly as he's allowed under the circumstances, but keeps stealing a glance back at Marcus, as if that would prepare him for another attack.
As he reaches the door, he coughs out a muffled "sorry" and opens it. It takes a moment. It's a heavy door and he's injured.
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Once standing he clutches his chest and tries to take a few breaths, but they're too sharp.
"If you returned it, why are they still looking for it?"
It comes out a little frustrated rather than accusatory.
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It is not snapped or snarled, nor is this a prelude to some kind of threatening qualifier. No instruction to tell no one what just happened, nor description of what may happen if Edgard comes back.
On the flipside, no sympathy extended for the misunderstanding either, and certainly no apology.
Marcus steps aside, leaving a clear path between Edgard and the closed door.
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He lurches towards the door limping as quickly as he's allowed under the circumstances, but keeps stealing a glance back at Marcus, as if that would prepare him for another attack.
As he reaches the door, he coughs out a muffled "sorry" and opens it. It takes a moment. It's a heavy door and he's injured.