[ Even with that, Flynn, ever the good soldier, just falls in line with frustration and fear prickling hotly along his spine. It isn't Yuri's fault, entirely. Flynn is afraid and he learned long ago to swallow his fear or use it as fuel. His frustration is a thing with teeth in his chest, hooking claws into his lungs.
This whole place is deserted. Flynn is afraid to breathe too loudly for fear of alerting someone to their presence. They need to find weapons, and then they need to figure out if anyone else has been captured (the odds of that are very high), and then they need to get free.
The air is thick with the oddly-familiar smell of old, rotting things in a way that makes Flynn's stomach turn. He follows Yuri in tense silence for a few moments, his head like a searchlight, constantly moving to spot any signs of danger, and then it ]
The smell. It's like Ragou's.
[ That's what has him so on-edge, that's what has him imagining that sneering noble voice taunting Flynn about his own powerlessness. ]
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[ Even with that, Flynn, ever the good soldier, just falls in line with frustration and fear prickling hotly along his spine. It isn't Yuri's fault, entirely. Flynn is afraid and he learned long ago to swallow his fear or use it as fuel. His frustration is a thing with teeth in his chest, hooking claws into his lungs.
This whole place is deserted. Flynn is afraid to breathe too loudly for fear of alerting someone to their presence. They need to find weapons, and then they need to figure out if anyone else has been captured (the odds of that are very high), and then they need to get free.
The air is thick with the oddly-familiar smell of old, rotting things in a way that makes Flynn's stomach turn. He follows Yuri in tense silence for a few moments, his head like a searchlight, constantly moving to spot any signs of danger, and then it ]
The smell. It's like Ragou's.
[ That's what has him so on-edge, that's what has him imagining that sneering noble voice taunting Flynn about his own powerlessness. ]