[ The way Brandon stares at Petre, it seems he instinctively understands that the plea for help is fashioned out of animal mimicry. For a moment he has the definite air of a scientist observing animals learning to use tools.
Then he turns to look back at Tavor, not fully ignoring Petre - he really can't, not even if he wanted to - but certainly dismissing him from immediate concern. ]
Astonishing.
[ From the dry tone, he must mean Haran as much as he means Haran's maddened demon father. The whole situation. The Morrisons in general. ]
Might I ask you more questions, Tavor? About down here, your family... whatever you feel like answering.
[ Wheels turning in every word, a mind that curls up while extending in several directions. Brandon is only a magus, and a young one at that, he's under a nightmare house with a monster and a demon, he has no trustworthy allies and his so-called masters have never once shown themselves or sent a single message... yet he's confident and composed, mind going a mile a minute, focused on Tavor in a way that perhaps few people have before. ]
no subject
Then he turns to look back at Tavor, not fully ignoring Petre - he really can't, not even if he wanted to - but certainly dismissing him from immediate concern. ]
Astonishing.
[ From the dry tone, he must mean Haran as much as he means Haran's maddened demon father. The whole situation. The Morrisons in general. ]
Might I ask you more questions, Tavor? About down here, your family... whatever you feel like answering.
[ Wheels turning in every word, a mind that curls up while extending in several directions. Brandon is only a magus, and a young one at that, he's under a nightmare house with a monster and a demon, he has no trustworthy allies and his so-called masters have never once shown themselves or sent a single message... yet he's confident and composed, mind going a mile a minute, focused on Tavor in a way that perhaps few people have before. ]