[The idea of Truthless standing and being taller than him pisses him off, so he drags himself to his feet, despite the way his body tries to protest. He's in a lot of pain, which is fucking stupid, he knew he was injured before, but the way this body feels is so much different he is starting to hate it.]
[He is also so very vividly aware of literally everything that just happened. That shameful display of emotion just now. What the hell's gotten into him.]
[He has to figure out how to kill him, if just for that. He won't hesitate next time. He'll crush him and crush his Jam and-]
[He shivers involuntarily, aware also, suddenly, that he is wearing shitty little jester tights in the snow. His hair writhes in petulant fury.]
Where are we, Vanilly. [He practically spits the name out, it's dripping with venom. It makes him mad, too, that he doesn't know, and that his own Jam is flickering and falling dim.] I abhor this script, and I think it's time to sack the writer.
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[He is also so very vividly aware of literally everything that just happened. That shameful display of emotion just now. What the hell's gotten into him.]
[He has to figure out how to kill him, if just for that. He won't hesitate next time. He'll crush him and crush his Jam and-]
[He shivers involuntarily, aware also, suddenly, that he is wearing shitty little jester tights in the snow. His hair writhes in petulant fury.]
Where are we, Vanilly. [He practically spits the name out, it's dripping with venom. It makes him mad, too, that he doesn't know, and that his own Jam is flickering and falling dim.] I abhor this script, and I think it's time to sack the writer.