[The words clipped and angry, leaking emotions in the way his jaw clenches harder than his hands hanging by his sides. The Darkling spares a short glance at Drift, the real Drift, who is made of living metal and taking up space in the too-white hallway.
He's still thinking, and rethinking, options. Excuses. Ways to spin this in to something that is less. Something that shows less of his weaknesses.]
no subject
[The words clipped and angry, leaking emotions in the way his jaw clenches harder than his hands hanging by his sides. The Darkling spares a short glance at Drift, the real Drift, who is made of living metal and taking up space in the too-white hallway.
He's still thinking, and rethinking, options. Excuses. Ways to spin this in to something that is less. Something that shows less of his weaknesses.]