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i'm very sorry, waver
He has something on this man already.]
You are in trouble. I belong in hell. [If knocking this ship off course gets him there, then he'll do it.
He flexes his hands, flattening-- trying to flatten his talons into the visible world. It doesn't work.
His smile fades. The aura of menace doesn't.]