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Bran Wilder {The Phantom} (lemortvivant) wrote in bellumlogs,

Bran just shook his head, not trusting himself to speak yet. He hadn't felt this helpless since he was a child, and he couldn't believe that everything had collapsed around him in a matter of minutes. He was so used to having control, to planning and preparing in steps, and now he'd been completely thrown and couldn't even have time to pull himself back together. "But you are now, aren't you?" He didn't even expect an answer - it was just one of those statements disguised as questions.

He just looked at the unfamiliar woman, feeling nothing but apathy as his gaze slid to Ella. For someone who seemed so clever on the forums, she really didn't understand, did she? She thought he was like some kind of wild animal who would attack her right here and now. But he'd taught her a lesson and even though she hadn't done everything he asked, Bran had a feeling that it had gotten through to her, that she would always remember it. That was enough for him. Besides, now that he knew Lotte was friends or whatnot with this Ella, he realized that doing anything else would only make things worse.

The last thing he wanted to do was a play, but he also wanted to get out. "Shakespeare," he muttered, having an idea of which one from the 'star-crossed lovers' bit. The word wasn't really directed at anyone, particularly since he'd gone back to keeping the scarred side of his face from being seen by the others.