[He sips at his potion, tail rippling with the discomfort occasionally as she talks. She's definitely taking his mind off it though. Despite all the lead up, her conclusion catches him off guard. Maybe the punishment was harsh in comparison to the damage he'd done to carnival property, but he can't in good consciousness say he doesn't deserve what's happening to him here. This wasn't just a debt he was paying off, this was penance for his sins. This was the ultimate result of the choice that cut him from The Weaver's threads.
Forced to redo again and again the actions he regretted, fitting is the best word he can think of.
He closes his eyes for too long to just be blinking, then with a sigh opens them again. There's a faint, sad smile on his face, and idly his finger traces along the edge of one of his scales.]
I appreciate the thought, but this is what I deserve.
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Forced to redo again and again the actions he regretted, fitting is the best word he can think of.
He closes his eyes for too long to just be blinking, then with a sigh opens them again. There's a faint, sad smile on his face, and idly his finger traces along the edge of one of his scales.]
I appreciate the thought, but this is what I deserve.