[ He's tempted to take out a piece of chalk and start making marks, as if to guard against the possibility of Tavor abandoning him down here among the labyrinthine clusters of cages, and also to get some sense of numbers. Of all the beasts that he and his masters are purportedly interested in, and how many there aren't, anymore. It may not be the top priority, but Brandon is genuinely tormented by curiosity; he almost wishes he could have seen it back in the day.
Seen it and stayed alive and sane to tell the tale, anyway. The specimen Tavor takes him to is nothing impressive, physically. Honestly, Brandon has no idea what this muttering creature, parroting Tavor's words back at him is, at first - between the three of them, it's like a meeting of the sickly and deformed.
There have been some hints, though. That this is someone Haran wants to gloat about. That there are still demons down here, and that the cage looks like it's only steel, with almost a sense of circus staging to it. Brandon directs his flashlight at Petre, the beam playing over first the turned back and then the black eyes.
He courteously directs the light lower after a moment, though he's not sure this Petre can see it, or has the capacity to appreciate such a small gesture, set against such vast cruelty, if he can. ]
What a bizarre form to be bound up in.
[ His terminology is understandably magi-centered, and does not accurately describe Petre's unique situation, though he would argue that it has the important bits right. No demon would manifest itself like this by choice, as far as he knows, therefore it was put into this pathetic body, made more pathetic by (he supposes) years of deprivation and torment. Who put the demon in this body isn't all that important, he mistakenly believes. ]
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Seen it and stayed alive and sane to tell the tale, anyway. The specimen Tavor takes him to is nothing impressive, physically. Honestly, Brandon has no idea what this muttering creature, parroting Tavor's words back at him is, at first - between the three of them, it's like a meeting of the sickly and deformed.
There have been some hints, though. That this is someone Haran wants to gloat about. That there are still demons down here, and that the cage looks like it's only steel, with almost a sense of circus staging to it. Brandon directs his flashlight at Petre, the beam playing over first the turned back and then the black eyes.
He courteously directs the light lower after a moment, though he's not sure this Petre can see it, or has the capacity to appreciate such a small gesture, set against such vast cruelty, if he can. ]
What a bizarre form to be bound up in.
[ His terminology is understandably magi-centered, and does not accurately describe Petre's unique situation, though he would argue that it has the important bits right. No demon would manifest itself like this by choice, as far as he knows, therefore it was put into this pathetic body, made more pathetic by (he supposes) years of deprivation and torment. Who put the demon in this body isn't all that important, he mistakenly believes. ]