My personal brainrot central

Katherine’s lips press together as she carefully steps closer. ‘Hal?’ His hands start shaking harder. ‘I nearly killed him.’ His nails dig into the table. The group stands a little straighter. Zizka crosses his arms, and Hynek grins that terrible grin of his. Henry keeps talking now like he can’t stop once the words begin spilling. ‘I wanted to. God help me, I wanted to.’ His breathing stutters. ‘He kept talking, and I just… I saw red. I couldn’t think.’ ‘You didn’t kill him...right?’ Katherine says gently, her eyes squinted as if not sure what to quite make of the situation. ‘No!’ Henry looks at his bloodied knuckles. ‘So instead I set his bloody curtains on fire.’

Hans, Enough. You will present yourself in Rattay before month’s end or forfeit every privilege your title affords you. I am done pleading. If I must send guards after my own nephew like a common criminal, I will. And when you do, pray.... Hanush

@beergunk @olli-ii thank you for indulging my brain in this

‘I need,’ Hans interrupts. ‘I need you. Or do I not count in your grand accounting of people worth saving?’