[ This time it's to the girl that Red nods to, and then he turns to face that of the ice, its possessive need reaching them in the way that a chill carried through the air would from a far more ordinary wall of cold. His eyes close and his breathes, his shoulder twitching in what appears to be an involuntary way, Red rolling it after more consciously. Hatred for the ice, a rejection of its want. It's an emotion he's forced on himself plenty, but the days spent recovering after the Elios mess makes his body feel wary of it. But, he won't let it get to him.
Just some should be fine. When he speaks up, it's a little louder, to get over the noise of the drilling near to them. ]
Have you ever channelled hate into an object before? We can help each other out if you need it!
[ Otherwise, they really can get going with this. ]
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Just some should be fine. When he speaks up, it's a little louder, to get over the noise of the drilling near to them. ]
Have you ever channelled hate into an object before? We can help each other out if you need it!
[ Otherwise, they really can get going with this. ]