[ Does he know her? He does, doesn't he? His mind flicks through his friends, trying to place her, and comes up short.
She feels more familiar than the rest of his place, which is full of horrors and unconscious people and he has a thought that he should be afraid, but he isn't. He isn't afraid, he's just angry. Angry that he's here, angry that these people have been hurt, angry that he's confused. ]
What happened to them?
[ She's helping them, though. She's helping them, and that has to mean something, but it doesn't stop the suspicion in his eyes.
He doesn't get time to get an answer, though, when the door to this strange, awful room opens, a group of people in robes stepping through, and letting out shouts as soon as they seen Yuri, the girl, and the people unhooked from these contraptions. Yuri whips around to face them, shifting so he's again between them and the girl, like muscle memory even if his mind doesn't remember right now, the memory lost for the time being.
He senses danger, and an ally, and he's far more likely to side with the person trying to save people than to hurt them. He growls under his breath, holding up his fists, those claws pressing into his palms ]
Try me.
(( That's perfect! Yes, leave him here for the rest of his terrible time at the tower with the zealots))
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She feels more familiar than the rest of his place, which is full of horrors and unconscious people and he has a thought that he should be afraid, but he isn't. He isn't afraid, he's just angry. Angry that he's here, angry that these people have been hurt, angry that he's confused. ]
What happened to them?
[ She's helping them, though. She's helping them, and that has to mean something, but it doesn't stop the suspicion in his eyes.
He doesn't get time to get an answer, though, when the door to this strange, awful room opens, a group of people in robes stepping through, and letting out shouts as soon as they seen Yuri, the girl, and the people unhooked from these contraptions. Yuri whips around to face them, shifting so he's again between them and the girl, like muscle memory even if his mind doesn't remember right now, the memory lost for the time being.
He senses danger, and an ally, and he's far more likely to side with the person trying to save people than to hurt them. He growls under his breath, holding up his fists, those claws pressing into his palms ]
Try me.
(( That's perfect! Yes, leave him here for the rest of his terrible time at the tower with the zealots))