C U R I O U S about the creature, Proxima finds herself staring. Not long enough to make anyone uncomfortable (though when has she ever been concerned with that?), but enough to be noticed, perhaps.
“ Why have you come? ” She asks after a moment. “ What business do you have with the Titan? ”
THAT WAS THE QUESTION wasn’t it? Why he was here INSTEAD of relaxing on some frozen wasteland where he’d get some semblance peace. Truth be told, he’d rather be ANYWHERE, but here… then again? He didn’t HAVE that luxury. Not today at least.
The stare, for what it was, went almost unnoticed or maybe he just didn’t care. It wouldn’t have been the first time ANYONE did so and most certainly wouldn’t be the last. A reason to why he knew it was in his best interests to not mention it.
“Does it matter?” The question was asked with FAR more DISTASTE than intended for the moment. “I’m here due to the fact it was REQUESTED,” he said, voice raising just a bit more than intended.
Hellfirebound 