[ Kill him now. Step up, grab the wrist. Step behind. Arm around throat, pressing at the arteries, cutting off the supply of blood to the brain until unconsciousness. Then beyond unconsciousness. Stop it. ]
I swear...
[ His tongue catches on the dry roof of his mouth. But if there's anything he's good at, it's mindless repetition. Echoing so many holovids, mimicking the least cadence and turn of phrase. After that first hiccup, it's not even hard to do. He just shuts off his brain and mimics - and it will sound uncanny, perhaps, how precisely he repeats after the Emperor.
When he's done, he looks up, waiting for more. That's not it, he's sure. There's more. Shedding of blood. Something. Right? ]
no subject
I swear...
[ His tongue catches on the dry roof of his mouth. But if there's anything he's good at, it's mindless repetition. Echoing so many holovids, mimicking the least cadence and turn of phrase. After that first hiccup, it's not even hard to do. He just shuts off his brain and mimics - and it will sound uncanny, perhaps, how precisely he repeats after the Emperor.
When he's done, he looks up, waiting for more. That's not it, he's sure. There's more. Shedding of blood. Something. Right? ]