Marionetta

*he sighs.* Ryishmar.

*his shoulder tenses. His eye is already completely healed, but he seems not only scared but also pissed off. He keeps twisting the knife in his hands.* this... is the knife I use to cut the threads when... *he trails off, unable to finish the sentence.*

*He stares at the blade, his expression darkening* She knew exactly what she was doing. *clenches fist around the knife* This wasn't a mistake.

*He looks up at her, his one eye burning with anger* She was trying to get rid of me. *his jaw clenches* And I have a feeling Sahed had something to do with this.