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Before another word could pass between the two of them, Ever found herself flying at the bars of her new ‘home’. Her fingers wrapped around the cold bars and she grit her teeth in frustration, a mixture of horror and anger filling her gaze dangerously.
“You can’t keep me here!” She protested with a pitiful shake of the bars. How did she end up running out of energy so quickly? Maybe it was the cold atmosphere here draining her. She couldn’t summon a door nor could she call on her gauntlets to help her bust out.
Was she seriously trapped?
“ When I get out there WILL be hell to pay. “
A terrible atmosphere about the man; his smile remains, but far less charming. Listening to the pathetic protest, it seems to only widen with a glee unfamiliar to what she’s seen before. This is not the grin of a wealthy, charitable gentleman - this is....different; unnerving.
His hand briefly brushes a lock of hair from his face, only to slip down to his lips. When he speaks, words murmured slightly by his fingers, his voice is soft. “Can’t I keep you here? It won’t be too bad, you’ll see. I’ll make sure you’re treated the same as the others - fairness and all that.”
The ‘others’, naturally referring to those in separate cells from her. The basement is far too dark to see any of them - but that’s probably for the best. The only real light is the one Edgar is holding in his left hand, which he now places on the ground slowly. It makes no difference to his sight, being blind, but he enjoys shining the light on his prisoners and hearing their scattering as they flee into the corner of their cells. Soon, this silly little angel will be doing the same thing.
“Now then.” He tilts his head, straightening. “It’s not surprising now that you were sent to investigate me, is it, my dear? A shame things ended up like this, but....You know we cannot control how the waters of fate flow....”