So you think you are strong because you can survive the soft cushions. Well, we shall see. Biggles! Put her in the Comfy Chair!

Now -- you will stay in the Comfy Chair until lunch time, with only a cup of coffee at eleven. [aside, to Chase] Is that really all it is?

Freedom died?

I wish you were the real one. But I'm pretty sure you aren't.

Kill me please anyway. Not permanently just enough to rez.

I've tried everything I can think of but he's got me bound good I can't even bite my tongue. And he has warded me and everything around here against active magic.

Without rezzing for more juice I couldn't cast anything even with the ability to use verbal and somatic components.

So you are the new Paladin?

Yes ma'am.

Why aren't you wearing pants? You can't be a Paladin if you don't wear pants.

I miss food.

I remember food.

I've brought you some rocks, turn them to bread and you can eat them.

Has that ever worked?

You seem like kinda a pushover.

"I know it can be hard to start Hunting so while you think it over I brought you some food.

That delicious smell, roast Helot. 

Have some."

It's already dead, and I'm worried for you. Not to sound like your mum but you should just have it.

No. I love that you are looking out for me, and if it was a shipwreck sort situation. You know like the guy is already dead by accident I'd do it.

But he clearly is trying to boil my frog.

"You don't even have to say anything just open your mouth."

He could just force-feed me, but he needs there to be some sliver of choice on my part.

Can I bite my tounge off while I'm ungagged?

Probably, but he can heal me before I die.

And he might try to stick something in.

Which somehow feels worse than the idea of him forcing my jaw open or just giving in.

"If you want to talk without opening your mouth you'll find I have given your right pinky just enough wiggle room to use morse code."

. .- -

"Yes eat."

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*crunch*