[The singularities of her skin he notes with his keen eye, but pressed as he is on all sides by the crowd, and by time waning until this girl shall be before the altar (or until his cunning work is noticed), there is little he can do at present but store this observation for later.]
For reasons that have nothing to do with you, nor any of these prisoners. You are merely sacrifices.
[In more ways than one. Anger requires a target, that its wielder might feel some sense of forward motion. He knows nothing of the political climate of these lands, but he has learned enough of human nature over the years to see the broad strokes of the picture.
In his strong hands, the file makes quick work of the rope that binds her wrists. He drops to the ground, feigning a fit of praise for the city of Olympia, and there he makes quick work of the rope that binds her ankles and shortens her step. Then in one motion he tucks the file back into his pocket, rises, and sheds his jacket to throw it around the girl's shoulders. This is to disguise her as he pulls her into the crowd with him, letting the hateful masses absorb them.]
no subject
For reasons that have nothing to do with you, nor any of these prisoners. You are merely sacrifices.
[In more ways than one. Anger requires a target, that its wielder might feel some sense of forward motion. He knows nothing of the political climate of these lands, but he has learned enough of human nature over the years to see the broad strokes of the picture.
In his strong hands, the file makes quick work of the rope that binds her wrists. He drops to the ground, feigning a fit of praise for the city of Olympia, and there he makes quick work of the rope that binds her ankles and shortens her step. Then in one motion he tucks the file back into his pocket, rises, and sheds his jacket to throw it around the girl's shoulders. This is to disguise her as he pulls her into the crowd with him, letting the hateful masses absorb them.]