You're lying. The girl states the obvious and he almost laughs. Yes, yes he is.
Etrigan tries to force him. He can feel the demon's will working to seize control, move his jaw and tongue to shape words. It's very rare that Etrigan seeks to overpower him with such brute attacks; he can hold out against it if he tries, but it's exhausting for the both of them.
Arya has just become a pawn on the battlefield between the Devil and his keeper. A tactical location, a piece of ground to be fought over. Etrigan seeks to force him to yet another cruelty in a long, long line of them. He refuses, visualizes a door and slams it shut as hard as he can.
Tell her, Blood, or I swear I will When first I'm free, I'll seek her out I'll describe her mum, and drink my fill Of the misery I'll bring about.
Then do so and be damned to you, I'll not play this game!
You already are. You always lose. You only think you can still choose.
Jason visualizes the door. Again. Slams it over and over in his mind until Etrigan growls and falls silent.
The struggle has taken perhaps five seconds in the real world. Arya's declaration of I want to see for myself still hangs in the air.
"No," Jason says, his voice hoarse. "You do not. And I will not tell you, Stark. You have all you asked for-- your mother's killer."
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Etrigan tries to force him. He can feel the demon's will working to seize control, move his jaw and tongue to shape words. It's very rare that Etrigan seeks to overpower him with such brute attacks; he can hold out against it if he tries, but it's exhausting for the both of them.
Arya has just become a pawn on the battlefield between the Devil and his keeper. A tactical location, a piece of ground to be fought over. Etrigan seeks to force him to yet another cruelty in a long, long line of them. He refuses, visualizes a door and slams it shut as hard as he can.
Tell her, Blood, or I swear I will
When first I'm free, I'll seek her out
I'll describe her mum, and drink my fill
Of the misery I'll bring about.
Then do so and be damned to you, I'll not play this game!
You already are. You always lose.
You only think you can still choose.
Jason visualizes the door. Again. Slams it over and over in his mind until Etrigan growls and falls silent.
The struggle has taken perhaps five seconds in the real world. Arya's declaration of I want to see for myself still hangs in the air.
"No," Jason says, his voice hoarse. "You do not. And I will not tell you, Stark. You have all you asked for-- your mother's killer."