[Ethan cannot forget about the injury he inflicted on his hand; it throbs every time his heart beats and it would be easy to succumb to the weariness of his body if he didn't have his ultimate goal constantly in mind.]
[He recognizes the name of the man who helped him escape from the interrogation. Surprisingly, Blake doesn't sound upset when mentioning him. Perhaps he never found out who helped him. He assumes that the "giant weasel" is someone that the lieutenant is simply not fond of.]
[Ethan's gaze on Blake is unwavering, full of dedication, but far from intimidating. It is clear that Ethan has come a long way (longer than he knows) for this.]
Thank you, Lieutenant.
[Ethan sounds tired but the sentiment is sincere. He is slightly wary that there may be some kind of trap here, but-]
[He spoke too soon. Just behind Blake, a purple balloon-like creature with a face and a yellow heart on the end of both of its strings(?) floats up. Ethan pales and blinks hard. Did they put him on some kind of medicine?]
no subject
[He recognizes the name of the man who helped him escape from the interrogation. Surprisingly, Blake doesn't sound upset when mentioning him. Perhaps he never found out who helped him. He assumes that the "giant weasel" is someone that the lieutenant is simply not fond of.]
[Ethan's gaze on Blake is unwavering, full of dedication, but far from intimidating. It is clear that Ethan has come a long way (longer than he knows) for this.]
Thank you, Lieutenant.
[Ethan sounds tired but the sentiment is sincere. He is slightly wary that there may be some kind of trap here, but-]
[He spoke too soon. Just behind Blake, a purple balloon-like creature with a face and a yellow heart on the end of both of its strings(?) floats up. Ethan pales and blinks hard. Did they put him on some kind of medicine?]
Behind you.