[Javert's eyes flare brilliantly, bright and blood red. He seizes her attention with the force of his gaze, forcing her to look and to look hard at the simmering anger in his own soul.]
Control yourself!
Listen carefully. It is vital they have this win. Or they will sniff around us and we shall never have the peace to operate as we want.
[His hands tremble as they grip the edge of his desk; claws splinter wood with the force of his digging. In stark contrast, his voice lowers to a fierce, quiet growl.]
I am going to tell you something.
Do you know what I saw, just before Aunamee went on his tirade, and drew this group's attention on him? That damned false god trapped the Fog in a human cage, with the help of one of his little minions. Like a rat, buried under a mound of bones. Filthy, for a full week. Had you heard Her screams when She at last broke free you would understand why this nimble footwork and careful planning is necessary. We cannot allow them another avenue to divide and distract us. We must be focused. We must let them think they are in control, when we are the ones puppeteering the strings. Do you hear me? Don't make the next steps of our work go up in smoke before it begins.
[Javert abruptly drops his grip, and the tension in the air drains in degrees. He rolls his neck, jaw set firm, and shifts a dour glance to the dented plaster.
Maybe he ought to have Beat make up the difference and take care of the repairs for shielding his wagging tail from Amanda's wrath. He absently makes a terse note to task the repairs to his Dog.]
I already killed the woman responsible for capturing Madame Fog and burned her notes on the affair. I cleaned up quite thoroughly. No one else will do the same as she. So that is finished, at least. For now.
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Control yourself!
Listen carefully. It is vital they have this win. Or they will sniff around us and we shall never have the peace to operate as we want.
[His hands tremble as they grip the edge of his desk; claws splinter wood with the force of his digging. In stark contrast, his voice lowers to a fierce, quiet growl.]
I am going to tell you something.
Do you know what I saw, just before Aunamee went on his tirade, and drew this group's attention on him? That damned false god trapped the Fog in a human cage, with the help of one of his little minions. Like a rat, buried under a mound of bones. Filthy, for a full week. Had you heard Her screams when She at last broke free you would understand why this nimble footwork and careful planning is necessary. We cannot allow them another avenue to divide and distract us. We must be focused. We must let them think they are in control, when we are the ones puppeteering the strings. Do you hear me? Don't make the next steps of our work go up in smoke before it begins.
[Javert abruptly drops his grip, and the tension in the air drains in degrees. He rolls his neck, jaw set firm, and shifts a dour glance to the dented plaster.
Maybe he ought to have Beat make up the difference and take care of the repairs for shielding his wagging tail from Amanda's wrath. He absently makes a terse note to task the repairs to his Dog.]
I already killed the woman responsible for capturing Madame Fog and burned her notes on the affair. I cleaned up quite thoroughly. No one else will do the same as she. So that is finished, at least. For now.