[He sends the text and wanders out to get some food. He doesn't really want to think about the Wings of Therion. Unfortunately, he practically can't get it out of his head anymore and he has to stop on the steps of the Great Hall. His breathing quickens and his eyes dart around. The conversation with Death had bothered him and now this.
They're coming for me.
Panic attacks and Kaz weren't old friends. He'd had only two: one at sixteen, and now. He sits there with his head cradled in his hands, trying to breathe.]
SENT: 12:03 PM He thought it should stay just within the upper echelons of command. Everyone else didn't have to know.
He's forgotten that none of the Cardinals or Bishops or Godhands are dealing with the Wings the way you are. And maybe - just maybe - he isn't sure whether he can trust what you'll do completely yet.
[It takes him a while before he comes down from it, and now he's just gripping his arms, crossed over his knees. The fact that Maes doesn't trust what he'll do next is biting. But he understands it. After all, he kind of fucked up the last time.]
SENT: 12:20 PM I understand his reasons, but it's been posted... I'll be fine, Alistair. I have to get ready.
[It sounds curt, yes, and he'll apologize for it later. But right now, he doesn't know what else to do. Suddenly not hungry, he turns around and goes back to his room, falling onto his bed. He's about to make a call to Nico, but decides against it because he doesn't want to put his boyfriend on the spot by making him worry.]
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[He sends the text and wanders out to get some food. He doesn't really want to think about the Wings of Therion. Unfortunately, he practically can't get it out of his head anymore and he has to stop on the steps of the Great Hall. His breathing quickens and his eyes dart around. The conversation with Death had bothered him and now this.
They're coming for me.
Panic attacks and Kaz weren't old friends. He'd had only two: one at sixteen, and now. He sits there with his head cradled in his hands, trying to breathe.]
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[Trust in a Mordechai to lay it to you straight.]
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[It sounds curt, yes, and he'll apologize for it later. But right now, he doesn't know what else to do. Suddenly not hungry, he turns around and goes back to his room, falling onto his bed. He's about to make a call to Nico, but decides against it because he doesn't want to put his boyfriend on the spot by making him worry.]
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He won't bother responding. If he knows Kaz well enough, the kid probably needs some time to think.]