It's very much his own fault, but still. He's been in fights, probably several, he's soaked through to the bone, and he's just about had it with all the blasted, bloody, stupid rooms. This time it's a wine cellar, the kind built by people with money to spare, and he hates it.
By this point, he's figured out that the mirrors are the key, too. He's mostly just been breaking them. Incidentally, he does not wave back.
"Welcome back." Drawled sarcasm. He's getting the vibe that this guy has been through this particular wringer already, too. "You as sick of this shit as I am?"
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It's very much his own fault, but still. He's been in fights, probably several, he's soaked through to the bone, and he's just about had it with all the blasted, bloody, stupid rooms. This time it's a wine cellar, the kind built by people with money to spare, and he hates it.
By this point, he's figured out that the mirrors are the key, too. He's mostly just been breaking them. Incidentally, he does not wave back.
"Welcome back." Drawled sarcasm. He's getting the vibe that this guy has been through this particular wringer already, too. "You as sick of this shit as I am?"