An attempt, here, to look over his shoulder; it's difficult with how his arms are pulled so tautly behind him, shoulderblades risen near-painfully, but Iorveth semi-manages.
His simple reply to "that would be insane": ]
Did you think I wasn't insane?
[ Darling, sweetheart, love of his life. Of course he's a nutcase. ]
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An attempt, here, to look over his shoulder; it's difficult with how his arms are pulled so tautly behind him, shoulderblades risen near-painfully, but Iorveth semi-manages.
His simple reply to "that would be insane": ]
Did you think I wasn't insane?
[ Darling, sweetheart, love of his life. Of course he's a nutcase. ]