He whirls on his heel to see Antoine sitting amongst the tree branches, not a single wrinkle across his shirt, not a hair out of place. Of course. Thomas exhales wryly, and then there's Berna, who looks just as calm. He waits for them both to join him, closer to the edge of the roof. Far away enough to where no one will glance up through the gaping hole to spot them at just the right angle.
The two of them are calm, and he is relieved that they're unharmed, but. Oh, he's irritated.]
That was merde. A fucking shitshow! [He waggles the sprig he's clenching in one hand as he speaks.] Now I understand why I was sent here. To make a fool of anyone who had the gall to deny him.
[And, perhaps most scathingly, to make a fool of him. That's how Thomas feels, anyway, regardless of actual intention. His pride is wounded. He feels used, or like a joke. ]
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He whirls on his heel to see Antoine sitting amongst the tree branches, not a single wrinkle across his shirt, not a hair out of place. Of course. Thomas exhales wryly, and then there's Berna, who looks just as calm. He waits for them both to join him, closer to the edge of the roof. Far away enough to where no one will glance up through the gaping hole to spot them at just the right angle.
The two of them are calm, and he is relieved that they're unharmed, but. Oh, he's irritated.]
That was merde. A fucking shitshow! [He waggles the sprig he's clenching in one hand as he speaks.] Now I understand why I was sent here. To make a fool of anyone who had the gall to deny him.
[And, perhaps most scathingly, to make a fool of him. That's how Thomas feels, anyway, regardless of actual intention. His pride is wounded. He feels used, or like a joke. ]
That man, I could burn him to ashes.