Kai shrugs, trying to look anywhere but the other man's face as he touches him. "It's fine. I made it useful." Intentions are still something he's getting the hang of, a lot of learning as he goes, but it does make pain feel more... productive, in a way. At least he can use it for something. At least he can cause some pain back, after so long of it just evaporating into the air along with all his hopes.
"There was a small patrol; a messenger, with some guards. They're, uh... gone now." Sorry if you didn't want that, but he didn't really have a choice. He reaches into his pouch, pulling out the correspondence he'd taken and handing them over.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2025-06-18 02:28 am (UTC)"There was a small patrol; a messenger, with some guards. They're, uh... gone now." Sorry if you didn't want that, but he didn't really have a choice. He reaches into his pouch, pulling out the correspondence he'd taken and handing them over.