09-11-2013, 11:47 PM
William sits in the bus all the way at the far back, and he's calmed down by the time Vee and Flood step on the bus. His hands still have open wounds from where he pushes his attempt at bone claws out just above each second knuckle, and he's slowly, carefully willing his precious Vitae to those sores, sealing them up and repairing self-inflicted structural damage. The Hollywood movies make it seem like vampires can't feel pain, but William knows very different. He's felt pain since he rose from the dead, most specifically just minutes ago when he's snapped his own bones. What he does hurts, and while he has changed a lot since his mortal days he is no masochist...well, no more than your average man who willingly allows himself to be hit with a barbed-wire-wrapped 2X4 to the forehead on regular occasions.
That being said, the pain is useful. It reminds him not to make the same mistake again, and it gives him something to focus on while the adults talk outside. By the time that Vee and then Flood come on board William's hands are whole again, and while his Beast snarls in the back of his mind for blood he holds it away. He can wait.
He doesn't look to see if Bertram is coming with them or taking the Bronco. If he's being honest, he doesn't give a shit either way. The Bronco will give them both time to calm down, but the Sprinter will keep them all in one spot and make sure that they aren't tracked. Pluses and minuses down both roads.
He looks up to Vee as the older Tzimisce moves to whatever seat he does…as Flood moves into the driver's seat. "Sorry," he says to them both…directed mostly to his Sire (of course) but to Flood as well. Screwing up his hands during the fight, snapping at Bertram when it wasn't his place or denting the panel of the bus…it could be all three of them. He doesn't specify.
That being said, the pain is useful. It reminds him not to make the same mistake again, and it gives him something to focus on while the adults talk outside. By the time that Vee and then Flood come on board William's hands are whole again, and while his Beast snarls in the back of his mind for blood he holds it away. He can wait.
He doesn't look to see if Bertram is coming with them or taking the Bronco. If he's being honest, he doesn't give a shit either way. The Bronco will give them both time to calm down, but the Sprinter will keep them all in one spot and make sure that they aren't tracked. Pluses and minuses down both roads.
He looks up to Vee as the older Tzimisce moves to whatever seat he does…as Flood moves into the driver's seat. "Sorry," he says to them both…directed mostly to his Sire (of course) but to Flood as well. Screwing up his hands during the fight, snapping at Bertram when it wasn't his place or denting the panel of the bus…it could be all three of them. He doesn't specify.
"The anger of a good man is not a problem. Good men have too many rules."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."