( okay, he wasn't wrong. he'd told eliot to be quiet and he'd been the one to break that silence. he runs his hand through his hair and comes back over to the mirror to peer out at eliot. )
You don't have a fire extinguisher.
( dry, droll.
he clenches his hands into fists and feels the fire licking at his sleeves now, catching but not hurting him. he's going to end up turning and smashing his way out of here. hopefully not through the mirror though.
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You don't have a fire extinguisher.
( dry, droll.
he clenches his hands into fists and feels the fire licking at his sleeves now, catching but not hurting him. he's going to end up turning and smashing his way out of here. hopefully not through the mirror though.
por favor no quiere lastimar a nadie por favor. )