"Oh my god, the children," Percival echoed. The outrage he'd felt when he heard what had happened washed over him again, cutting through the haze of the illusion he was immersed in. Even though they weren't his children, even though he didn't know the people whose children they were, he felt a responsibility to help.
Recoiling from the bowl of M&Ms as if it were poison, the knight grasped the hilt of his sword. The feel of the steel beneath his hand steadied him somewhat; it was cold and hard and real. He shook his head to try to further clear his mind, focusing on the physical contact of Titania and Nyx next to him. "How do we get out of here?"
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Date: 2013-06-30 01:36 am (UTC)Recoiling from the bowl of M&Ms as if it were poison, the knight grasped the hilt of his sword. The feel of the steel beneath his hand steadied him somewhat; it was cold and hard and real. He shook his head to try to further clear his mind, focusing on the physical contact of Titania and Nyx next to him. "How do we get out of here?"