[ When Zidane reaches out to him, instead of allowing it, Somnus' hand will swipe out to grip Zidane's arm by the forearm.
Should he succeed, his hold is not kind. His expression is reticence and devoid of any warmth. ] Child.
[ Somnus speaks each word slowly, his voice as sharp as a knife's edge, pointed and poised at the throat. He rises to his feet, whether or not he has Zidane in his grip. ]
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Should he succeed, his hold is not kind. His expression is reticence and devoid of any warmth. ] Child.
[ Somnus speaks each word slowly, his voice as sharp as a knife's edge, pointed and poised at the throat. He rises to his feet, whether or not he has Zidane in his grip. ]
Who do you think you are.