[ He finds a seat all too familiar. It's stiff now, his back a bit tight and legs not daring to try and cross. Lyney sets the shirt over one of his thighs, eyes not daring to pull away from Wriothesley. It wasn't as if he was acting out to get his attention, to show him what it's like when one of his inmates is in pain.
It was... exactly what most men did when they were angry. Punch things, fight things, get better. ]
It's just temporary. Part of the whole thing.
[ The pankration ring and all it comes down to. That form was so small in the chair, so small when it was begging to be throw back on that large desk but – in the ring? It was a perfect target. Lyney gives a soft shrug. ]
The same thing you would be doing. Passing time. I've tried the cafeteria, done enough walking around, even picked up a few books but... figured it was time to see what's so appealing about throwing punches.
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It was... exactly what most men did when they were angry. Punch things, fight things, get better. ]
It's just temporary. Part of the whole thing.
[ The pankration ring and all it comes down to. That form was so small in the chair, so small when it was begging to be throw back on that large desk but – in the ring? It was a perfect target. Lyney gives a soft shrug. ]
The same thing you would be doing. Passing time. I've tried the cafeteria, done enough walking around, even picked up a few books but... figured it was time to see what's so appealing about throwing punches.