"how come?" boundary is quickly crossed, whatever apparel conceals back of hand ( if any ) peeled away to check for suspicious markings. none. "what has he done to you?" if anything, of course. the heretical nature of the black-eyed child and themself could be reasonable sources of reiner's disgust alone. "i could rough him up for you. find him in the void and sock'm!!" not like much can be done to bar an augur from entering where they wish to go.
his hand is taken before it can be drawn away ( inky digits curl as if they have been BURNED, and his wrist lurches as soon as pale flesh is revealed, unmarked ), and a golden snarl seemingly hones on the other in response to the invasion of personal space. “ he has taken all i have cared for. ” the words hide animosity in between them, ivory teeth flashing in the dark. “ tell me, what god would let their followers burn so easily–? ” faces surface. faces he knows. reiner stops before emotion ( raw, callow fury ) can bleed into an otherwise frigid voice, fingers flexing into a fist, and then relaxing. his words verge on heretical—he is quick to adjust. instead, he turns his focus to the less important matter. “ if you would do that, it would be appreciated. i would gladly do so myself. ”