[ Hard enough that instead of flinching Flynn just sits there with his shoulders squared like he's wearing his armor instead of a shirt. It's the only way he knows how to face all of this: head on, letting it batter him until he's left standing at the end.
But his jaw goes tight at Yuri's words, and he sits up a little straighter, anger sparking hot and sharp. ]
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But his jaw goes tight at Yuri's words, and he sits up a little straighter, anger sparking hot and sharp. ]
Compromised?