[ Of course, he says that, but he literally just gave her his coat. So maybe this denial isn't quite as effective as he means it to be.
He shoulders his pack again, sliding his bow through the space between his back and the bag (though without the string, it mostly just looks like a slightly curved stick).
He hesitates. He knows he should get out before he ends up more involved in this shit than he already is. Clearly the cage was meant for more than just capturing wayward forest creatures; whoever set it up had a target in mind, considering all the magic involved.
But he huffs out a sharp breath, frustrated with himself. (That's your problem, Yondu always told him. Sentiment. Makes you weak, boy.) And that frustration makes his delivery a little rougher than he means it to be: ]
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[ Of course, he says that, but he literally just gave her his coat. So maybe this denial isn't quite as effective as he means it to be.
He shoulders his pack again, sliding his bow through the space between his back and the bag (though without the string, it mostly just looks like a slightly curved stick).
He hesitates. He knows he should get out before he ends up more involved in this shit than he already is. Clearly the cage was meant for more than just capturing wayward forest creatures; whoever set it up had a target in mind, considering all the magic involved.
But he huffs out a sharp breath, frustrated with himself. (That's your problem, Yondu always told him. Sentiment. Makes you weak, boy.) And that frustration makes his delivery a little rougher than he means it to be: ]
Can you stand?