Daemon no longer looks away but once again seems to be taking the measure of his unwitting companion. Lesser men have folded under the weight of that gaze, but he has no expectations of that when he is still unsure of what he's dealing with.
Well aware of the colourful history of his House, Daemon had also considered that he might be losing his mind when this all started, but madness is hardly the answer to this he would ever hope for. Something or someone seems to want to get into his head lately and he won't make it easy.
"I've never been in the habit of letting others make my choices for me. I suppose opposition is in my nature."
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Daemon no longer looks away but once again seems to be taking the measure of his unwitting companion. Lesser men have folded under the weight of that gaze, but he has no expectations of that when he is still unsure of what he's dealing with.
Well aware of the colourful history of his House, Daemon had also considered that he might be losing his mind when this all started, but madness is hardly the answer to this he would ever hope for. Something or someone seems to want to get into his head lately and he won't make it easy.
"I've never been in the habit of letting others make my choices for me. I suppose opposition is in my nature."