[Sometimes, Jaime can be better at hiding his emotions than he thinks he is, a bland mask of good etiquette and friendliness covering up any misgivings he may have. Now is not one of those times. He knows that Armin may simply be trying to rile him up, certainly, but he doesn't know it for sure. The idea of him doing these things to one of them, the idea of someone using Armin's body to commit such atrocities...
It makes his blood boil. His breath catches in his throat, and his hands curl into fists on his lap, knuckles white. When he speaks, he speaks slowly, steadily, forcefully. Damage control. That's all he can do now.
He should have checked to see if his friends had been affected earlier. That was his mistake.]
You still haven't given me a name. How am I supposed to know if you've really hurt an imPort?
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It makes his blood boil. His breath catches in his throat, and his hands curl into fists on his lap, knuckles white. When he speaks, he speaks slowly, steadily, forcefully. Damage control. That's all he can do now.
He should have checked to see if his friends had been affected earlier. That was his mistake.]
You still haven't given me a name. How am I supposed to know if you've really hurt an imPort?